The man was obviously a regular at the store, the waiter didn't even ask what kind of noodles he wanted and went straight to the kitchen.
In the small noodle shop, Gu Ningyue quietly ate the food in front of her, occasionally furrowing her brows, seemingly in pain.
After a while, a figure blocked the sunlight in front of her, "Young lady, you don't look well, are you sick?"
Gu Ningyue lifted her pale face to glance at the man who looked like a green-faced ghost, full of vigilance: "May I help you?"
The man lifted the corners of his mouth, giving some life to his stiff face: "Don't misunderstand, young lady, I'm not a bad person. I just noticed you don't look well, and I know a bit about medicine, so I came over to ask!"
"Oh!" Gu Ningyue responded blandly, seeming not particularly interested in him.
Seeing this, the man didn't give up and continued to find a topic to chat with her about.
