The male protagonist of a sweet romance novel went on a killing spree in the world of angst novels.

"Chen Xiao!" Yan Ting glared at him secretly, gritting her teeth in anger: "Can't you be serious for once?"

Chen Xiao raised an eyelid and, not wanting to put it another way, asked, "Perhaps you'd like to order some male models here to try?"

Yan Ting: "..."

Even if she were slow-witted, she could tell at this moment that Chen Xiao was determined to stick with the word "male model".

Seeing that Yan Ting ignored him, Chen Xiao rested his chin on his hand and smiled: "Do you want me to ask the boss for you if they have any male models you like? Do you want them steamed or braised?"

Yan Ting's lips twitched.

What a mess!

"Shut up." Yan Ting really wanted to stuff something in this guy's mouth.

Chen Xiao didn't shut up; instead, his gaze fell on Yan Ting's stomach. "Is the pigeon still cooing?"

Yanting: "?" What pigeons?

Then her gaze followed Chen Xiao's to her stomach, and she realized what he meant.

"I'm not hungry," Yanting said stubbornly.

For some reason, her inherent rebellious and stubborn nature was forced to surface.

"Oh~" Chen Xiao's voice trailed off, and he said with feigned regret, "Then it seems I'll have to eat it all by myself."

Chen Xiao is a regular here.

Soon, his bowl of bone broth tofu noodles was served on the table.

The steaming hot noodle soup smelled delicious from afar, let alone from Yan Ting, who was sitting opposite Chen Xiao.

Yan Ting: "..."

My already empty stomach was now even hungrier.

Chen Xiao tore open the packaging of the disposable chopsticks, but didn't start eating immediately. Instead, he slowly asked, "Aren't you hungry?"

Yan Ting remained stubborn: "You eat it!" But in her heart, she thought she would eat it when she got back.

Little did they know, the owner at the kitchen door was watching them from time to time, his gaze as if he were looking at a young couple with a smile.

Chen Xiao sighed, "You have guts." As he spoke, he picked up a noodle with his chopsticks, and just as he was about to put it in his mouth, he suddenly stopped.

Yanting figured out of sight, out of mind, so she lowered her eyes and decided to play on her phone for a while.

To her surprise, as soon as she turned on her phone, a bowl of noodles was suddenly pushed in front of her.

Yan Ting was taken aback.

She looked up and saw Chen Xiao say in a rather frivolous tone, "Eat up! Otherwise you might starve to death in my car later, and I'm afraid your vengeful spirit will come after me."

Yan Ting: "..."

She felt a strange urge to laugh.

But they could only keep it to themselves.

This guy is really infuriating yet hilarious.

"You eat it." Yanting also realized that her behavior just now was too childish, and said, she was about to push the bowl back: "I'll order another bowl."

Unexpectedly, Chen Xiao stopped her from pushing it back: "I don't like tofu, you eat it!"

"I'll order another bowl."

Yanting naturally didn't believe it, and she called out to the boss.

To everyone's surprise, the busy owner seemed not to hear anything and kept burying himself in cleaning the noodle shop.

Yan Ting looked puzzled and was about to call out again when Chen Xiao stopped her: "Don't call, he can't hear you."

Before she could even feel the shock, Chen Xiao got up and walked towards the boss.

After being patted on the shoulder, the boss turned around and, seeing that it was Chen Xiao, asked with a mixture of confusion and apprehension, "Is it not to your liking?"

Chen Xiao shook his head, took out his phone, typed a line of text, and then handed the screen to his boss.

The owner realized what was going on after looking at the words on the screen: "You want to order another bowl of beef offal rice noodles, right?"

Chen Xiao nodded.

"Wait a moment, my wife is in the kitchen, I'll go tell her."

Yan Ting stared blankly as Chen Xiao bent down to communicate with the boss.

She only came to her senses when Chen Xiao returned to his seat.

After a long pause, Yan Ting's throat became slightly dry as he asked, "Is he deaf?"

Chen Xiao said calmly, "This noodle shop is run by a deaf-mute couple."

No wonder.

Yan Ting had a vague feeling that something was off when Chen Xiao was communicating with the boss, but she never expected that he was deaf.

"Eat up!" Chen Xiao raised an eyebrow and glanced at the tofu noodles in his bowl: "They're about to clump together."

Yanting gently picked up a mouthful of noodles with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth, then commented, "It tastes good."

Where did you find this noodle shop?

No wonder she asked.

It's one thing that this noodle shop is located in a remote area, but from the outside, the shop looks small and old, so I guess not many people would come here to eat noodles on weekdays.

But Chen Xiao happened to find this small noodle shop.

Thinking of this, Yan Ting gave Chen Xiao a strange look.

The man's outfit today had a cyberpunk vibe, which, combined with his striking pink hair, made him look both roguish and sophisticated, yet also dashing. It just didn't quite match the old-fashioned background of the small noodle shop.

Chen Xiao curled his lips, looking nonchalant, and said, "I found it while sleepwalking."

Yan Ting: "..."

"You should just shut up!" She shouldn't have asked him that question.

At that moment, the owner brought over a steaming bowl of beef offal noodles.

Chen Xiao tore off another pair of disposable chopsticks. He picked at the rice noodles in his bowl; the beef offal portion was generous, showing that the owner was a very generous person.

Yan Ting hadn't eaten much all night, so he decided to quietly bury his head in his noodles to avoid Chen Xiao spouting any more annoying words.

To her surprise, the next second, several pieces of beef offal appeared in her bowl.

Yan Ting looked up and saw Chen Xiao picking through the offal in his bowl with chopsticks. In no time, he had transferred all the offal from his bowl to hers.

Why are you putting all these things on my plate?

Chen Xiao said slowly, "I don't like beef offal."

"So I can only reluctantly ask Miss Yan to eat it for me."

Yan Ting: "..."

The rain outside is gradually starting to subside.

After finishing the noodles, it was almost 1 a.m.

Before leaving, Yanting secretly paid an extra two hundred yuan when she scanned the QR code to pay.

I thought to myself, I'll come here more often if I have the chance.

Little did they know that after they left, the boss spotted a red 500-yuan note on the table.

By the time he chased after the car with the five hundred yuan, the pink Porsche parked near the alley had already disappeared into the night.

“This kid is wasting money again.” The shopkeeper said, both amused and exasperated. “I must pay him back next time.” Despite his words, his eyes were slightly moist.

The Porsche slowly came to a stop at the traffic light intersection.

While waiting at the traffic light.

Chen Xiao suddenly spoke up: "I'm from the same hometown as the couple who run that noodle shop."

Yan Ting tilted his head.

What catches the eye is the man's sculpted profile.

Then, she heard Chen Xiao narrate in an extremely calm tone: "They used to run a noodle shop in a small town. Later, because their elderly relatives were sick and needed money, and their children needed to go to school, they moved the noodle shop to Yancheng."

Yancheng is a big city after all, and that little noodle shop is located near the city center. As long as there is foot traffic, there is always hope of making money.