They entered a small noodle shop.
These noodles really are amazing… Ray thought as he devoured his tenth bowl.
The noodles were cooked perfectly, the soup rich and flavorful. On the surface, the dish was simple—just noodles, meatballs, and vegetables—but the taste was extraordinary.
Alfred ate only one bowl, savoring it slowly, methodically.
That gentle warmth from earlier flickered again in his eyes. Though he didn't smile, the calm in his gaze, combined with his handsome features, had an inexplicable effect.
Women entering the shop couldn't help but glance his way.
Some were even bold enough to strike up conversations.
Each time, Alfred would glance calmly at Ray and respond flatly, "This is my son."
S-son?!
They looked nothing alike. Ray's large, bright eyes contrasted sharply with Alfred's sharp, icy features.
And yet… no one doubted it.
Ray didn't deny it either. He simply watched Alfred closely, sensing that today's version of his teacher was subtly different.
