"Mr. Shui Mo, this isn't tasty."
Hearing that, Tiandao also set down his chopsticks and said with a smile, "Yeah, it really isn't very tasty."
"Then why didn't you tell Danika?"
A cold gleam flashed across Tiandao's glasses as he gave a solemn answer.
"Because I wanted you to try it too. After all, what if it wasn't the noodles that tasted bad, but something wrong with my sense of taste?"
Danika: "..."
Though Tiandao's tone was serious and his expression solemn,
the little girl who had followed him for several days instantly understood that this was definitely one of Tiandao's pranks.
No question about it—Tiandao was just that kind of person!
Thinking of this, Danika immediately turned her head away, her cheeks puffed up like an angry little pufferfish. She was clearly mad.
Tiandao was not worried about that. Instead, he placed a stack of money on the table.
Looking at the bills, which far exceeded the price of two bowls of noodles,
the ramen shop owner hesitated for a moment before pushing the money back. "Customer, you've given too much."
"The extra is compensation for anything in here that gets broken later."
Hearing this, the owner seemed to realize something and looked toward the entrance.
Outside the noodle shop, a group of people wearing blood-red skull masks had appeared.
The one at their head was none other than Cicero, the Blood Skull underling who had caused trouble at the Rust Nail Tavern not long ago.
Who knew where this guy had found the courage.
Cicero actually took the lead in kicking open the wooden door. Upon spotting Tiandao and Little Danika near the counter, he arrogantly declared, "Blood Skull business! All irrelevant people, get the hell out!"
At Cicero's words, the remaining customers in the shop immediately scattered