The feast was almost gone. Seeing that everyone still wanted more, Beichuan Ryota went back into the kitchen and made a few more bowls of seafood noodles.
"That's the taste. It's just like what you made back then, Uncle Beichuan."
Su Ye took a bite and couldn't help giving him a thumbs-up.
Beichuan Ryota took a sip of sake and shook his head with a laugh.
"How long has it been since you went to Sakura? You make it sound like it was a lifetime ago."
"Uh... now that you mention it, it hasn't been that long. Why does it feel like hundreds of chapters have gone by?"
Su Ye scratched his head and took another big mouthful of noodles.
The seafood's freshness and the noodles' silky texture blended perfectly.
No wonder Xiao Lina had said business was booming. With cooking like this, it was no surprise people lined up every day.
Beichuan Ryota paused, then nodded too.
"You're right. It's only been a few months, but it feels like half a lifetime."
"Since we moved here, Irie Granny's health has improved. Xiao Lina transferred schools without a hitch and made lots of good friends. And your friends often come help out at the shop..."
Beichuan Ryota had never dared imagine a life like this. Now he lived it every day, ordinary and happy.
For a moment, Beichuan Ryota was lost in memories.
Su Ye slurped up some noodles, unable to relate to Beichuan Ryota's nostalgia.
Who knew Beichuan Ryota had the sensitive soul of a poet beneath that rugged exterior?
But...
Friends often came to help at the shop?
Su Ye couldn't help looking at Shen Mo.
New Year was almost here. Instead of going back to Jiangnan Province, Shen Mo had stayed in Magic Capital and often helped