Pu Yunchuan did not go straight home. Instead, he found a noodle shop and ordered a bowl of plain noodles. The reason he had not enjoyed himself at the restaurant earlier was mainly that he had not been in the mood. As for not going home and asking his mother to cook noodles for him, it was because he did not want to get in touch with that suddenly surfaced relative of his too quickly.
He needed some time to calm down. In C City, no matter how worn-out one felt, a bowl of plain noodles and a bottle of Fat House Happy Water could solve it.
He chewed and swallowed a mouthful of authentic red-broth spicy noodles, then immediately washed it down with a mouthful of ice-cold cola. The soda's sweetness diluted the spicy, garlicky flavor from before, and it felt absolutely wonderful.
Although the ingredients were somewhat lacking, he would find an opportunity to discuss it with Little Cabbage after he returned. He would have her family try producing some high-end wheat products, make some better flour, and let the wonderful C City noodles flourish in the New World too!
Just as he was eating happily, his phone suddenly rang. Pu Yunchuan picked it up and found that it was a WeChat voice call. He glanced at the name—it was Hou Jiaojiao's. He frowned before answering.
"Senior, could we meet privately?" Hou Jiaojiao's blunt voice came through the phone.
Pu Yunchuan's brows furrowed even more. "What's the matter?"
Although he had a favorable impression of the young woman, they were not particularly close. If she wanted to ask him for a private slot, there was nothing he could do. The value of slots now was beyond what ordinary people could imagine. Many lords wanted to open more slots