Chapter 971 — A Bowl of Noodles
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
Wei Zhao's gaze swept over Chen Xi and her mother, and finally came to rest on Chen Xi's mother.
She was a haggard woman, somewhat sickly in appearance. Though already tormented by illness, it was plain that she must have been quite beautiful in her youth. Yet in Wei Zhao's judgment, she likely did not have long to live; as for the exact cause, he was not sure—without a further detailed examination, Wei Zhao could not tell what illness she had.
The girl called Chen Xi, on the other hand, was quite pretty, surely as her mother had been in her youth. Though only sixteen, she had already blossomed into fresh and striking youth. Her clothes were plain but clean and tidy.
This made Wei Zhao think of Tang Zhi despite himself, and his heart gave a faint tremor...
Wei Zhao frowned. Since when had he seemed to become not quite so cold and indifferent? As if he had somewhat taken a liking to meddling in other people's business?
Was it this place that had changed him?
Wei Zhao realized that he had indeed come far from those days of blood and violence, and had begun to blend into this environment—he had even grown fond of this place!
The waiter came over. Wei Zhao withdrew his gaze and looked toward Feng Xiaoxiao, whose eyes had been fixed on that mother and daughter all along; clearly she too was somewhat moved.
"Hello, would the two of you like to order now?" the waiter asked as he came over.
"We'll have one bowl of beef noodles too!" Feng Xiaoxiao spoke up first before Wei Zhao could. She had drawn inspiration from that mother and daughter—sharing a bowl of noodles with Wei Zhao would help their feelings grow!
"Oh... all right." The waiter was briefly taken aback, then nodded. There was nothing strange about a couple sharing a bowl of noodles; it was only that the mother and daughter before had ordered a single bowl, and now Feng Xiaoxiao did the same, which struck him as a bit of a coincidence.
"Just one bowl? You're not eating?" Wei Zhao frowned slightly and looked at Feng Xiaoxiao.
"Of course I'm eating!" Feng Xiaoxiao nearly exploded with anger at his words. You're the one treating me to noodles, aren't you? And you're actually asking whether I'm going to eat? If I weren't eating, why would I have let you treat me at all?
"Oh. Then make it two bowls," Wei Zhao said indifferently to the waiter.
"Very good, sir." The waiter laughed to himself. It seemed either Wei Zhao had no idea how to read a woman, or Feng Xiaoxiao was imagining things. These two might not be a couple at all—more likely the woman was the one chasing the man.
Feng Xiaoxiao was a little unhappy. "I can't finish it all. The portions here are huge..."
"Then tell him to give you less," Wei Zhao said.
"...Do I look stupid to you?" Feng Xiaoxiao was too angry to speak another word. Puffing out her cheeks, she waved at the waiter to signal that he could go.
The waiter shook his head. Fearing he might provoke Feng Xiaoxiao's temper, he hurried off to place the order.