"Jin, Jin Zong, I‘m Anrenan."

"Miss Ann."

"Well, you said you wanted to eat the noodles made by my father."

"Yes, is it convenient?"

"Uh－huh." Looking back at the direction of the kitchen behind her eyes, she whispered, "My father is preparing. If you are free, will you come now?"

After turning over his wrist to reveal his wrist watch, Jin Hao pondered, "I have something to do later, can I do it at night?"

"Yes, yes. Then, that night, that night."

"Yes, Miss Ann, please."

"No trouble, no trouble."

"Then, goodbye."

"Goodbye, Mr. Jin."

Hung up the cell phone, Anronan breathed a deep sigh of relief.

Just now, her nervous heart was about to jump out.

Calmed her breath, she came to the back kitchen and told her parents that Jin Hao would come at night.

At 7： 30 p.m., the noodle shop door was pushed open.

Anrenan heard it, stunned.

The tall and straight figure approached slowly. His coat was draped in his arms and his face was hung with a signboard smile, which was more intoxicating than the spring breeze.

"Miss Ann."

"Jin Zong." He stood up in panic. Anrenan lowered his head and grabbed his skirts nervously with his fingers. "Here you are."

Turning back, she shouted, "Mom, Dad, Jin is always here."

Ann Ronan‘s words fell, Ann‘s mother and Ann‘s father walked out quickly.

"Jin Zong."

"Jin Zong."

"Hello, uncle and aunt." Jin Hao said politely, "Suddenly he said he wanted to eat the noodles made by his uncle, did he give you any trouble?"

"No." Such a polite, handsome young man said such a thing, which made Ann‘s mother and father very embarrassed.

Besides, he now holds the power of life and death in their noodle shop.

"Mr. Jin, please wait a moment. Noodles will come soon."

"Good."

"Mr. Jin, sit down." Anrenan said.

Jin Hao looked at her, pulled open the chair and sat down with a smile.

Ann‘s mother looked at Jin Hao and her daughter. She always felt that their atmosphere was a little strange, but she didn‘t say it was very strange.

Turned around, or went back to the back kitchen to help her husband.

"Jin Zong, drink water."

"Thank you." Taking a sip of the water Anrenan had poured for himself, Jin Hao hooked his lips. "Miss Ann, you don‘t have to be at home. I‘m here to eat noodles today. Sit down."

Anrenan gently breathed out a sigh of relief and sat down opposite him.

"Your father‘s noodles are very famous, why didn‘t he move to a better location?"

"No money." Anrenan‘s answer was very honest.

"What? Is noodles not selling well?"

"Business is not bad, but the price of noodles in my family has been the same for so many years. Dad insists on refusing to raise the price, so..."

Ann‘s father‘s noodle craft is family tradition. He insists on his own principles. Ann‘s mother and Ann Ronan have no choice.

Anyway, although their family is not very rich, they can get by at last.

Life, happy.

Jin Hao nodded.

Anrenan did not know whether he understood or perfunctory.

Again, he is a businessman.

The principle of a businessman is to make money. Dad‘s unrealistic idealism must make him feel difficult to understand and even look down on.

He bit his lower lip and Antonan‘s head became a mess again.

"In fact, I will come today, which is what Grandpa means."

"What? Is Qi Lao?"

Anrenan knows who his grandfather is.

"Yes, grandpa accidentally ate noodles made by your father once before, and he liked them very much. When I heard that I was here, he suggested me to try them. I just didn‘t expect that your father‘s noodle shop was rented in the building to be developed this time."

"The noodles are ready."

With the voice of Ann‘s mother, the conversation between Ann Ronan and Jin Hao was interrupted.

Hot noodles are served in large bowls, and the aroma overflows.

Jin Hao took the chopsticks and said with a smile, "Thank you."

"You‘re welcome, Mr. Jin, try it." Ann‘s mother said enthusiastically.

Ann‘s father also came out of the back kitchen, but he didn‘t come and stood far away.

Jin Hao‘s slender fingers held chopsticks, picked up noodles, blew them slightly and sent them into his mouth.