Although Beiming Han was a bit upset that her expressions became lively because of another man, he liked that she wasn't giving him the cold shoulder anymore.
"Mm, he just arrived a couple of days ago and asked me to say hello to you for him."
"Why does he need a go-between to say hello? Can I call him? What's his number?" Gu Qingxin immediately took out her phone to jot it down.
Beiming Han: "..."
"The water is boiling over." He reminded her.
Gu Qingxin quickly put down her phone, lifted the lid off the pot, and briskly stirred the noodles with chopsticks.
"Get the number later, I need to make noodles first, or they'll turn mushy. You should go out now." Gu Qingxin issued an order for him to leave.
Beiming Han looked at her serious demeanor, his expression softened, and he turned around to get bowls and set them up.
Gu Qingxin didn't say much more; after turning off the heat, she ladled the noodles into bowls, while Beiming Han carried them out to serve everybody.
