Having reclaimed the Lingbei Trade Zone, Qin Ruomeng was in a cheerful mood. She originally planned to invite Ye Tianfan to a meal at a star-rated hotel, but Ye Tianfan declined.
The Qin Group was vast and prosperous, and Qin Ruomeng was not short on money, but Ye Tianfan preferred simplicity, like the beef noodles Su Yueyi made. They were never as high-end as those from a five-star hotel, but he never tired of them.
"Let's go to the small noodle shop in front."
Qin Ruomeng looked ahead and saw a small noodle shop. Its entrance wasn't large, but it appeared fairly clean.
"Alright, we'll eat whatever you say," Qin Ruomeng said with a smile, entering the noodle shop with Ye Tianfan. As usual, Ye Tianfan ordered a bowl of beef noodles.
However, the beef noodles no longer had the same taste. The noodles Su Yueyi used to make could no longer be enjoyed.
