Three bowls of noodles, thirty yuan...
The little mustache's expression of entitlement, coupled with his confident tone, left Yao Qianxue somewhat uncertain at the moment.
She glanced at the two bowls of noodles on the table, frowned, and said, "Boss, are your eyes okay?"
She asked this aloud, but it was hard to keep her thoughts from grumbling inwardly.
With your cooking skills, we couldn't even finish two bowls, let alone three?
Isn't this a joke.
However, the little mustache immediately wouldn't have it, glaring with annoyance, he said, "What's the matter, you guys seem wealthy, yet you want to evade paying for the third bowl of noodles?
I'm telling you, my shop may be small, but no one dares to dine and dash here!"
Yao Qianxue couldn't help but retort angrily, "With your cooking, we haven't even finished one bowl of noodles, where did the third bowl come from?"
