Li Yichen frowned. Although he did not think he and Fang Enmeng had that kind of relationship, he still asked, "How did you know?"
"For the past two weeks, Xiao Meng suddenly started coming here for noodles every day." Granny Wang thought for a moment before continuing, "At first, it was three times a day. Then it gradually became twice a day, and a few days ago, it dropped to once a day. I haven't seen her at all these last two days."
Granny Wang's words gave Li Yichen pause. He knew Fang Enmeng's family was not well off, but he had given her a steady job, after all. Surely she had not reached the point where she could not afford to eat?
Li Yichen rubbed his chin. If Granny Wang was telling the truth, then perhaps Fang Enmeng really was in trouble.
"Young man, I'm not trying to meddle." Granny Wang was still talking. "Xiao Meng is the best girl I've met in years. She's pretty, capable, and she can even give you sons..."
"Huh?" Li Yichen froze. He understood everything Granny Wang had said before that, but what was this about "giving him sons"?
Curious, he asked, "Granny, how do you know she can have sons?"
"I've lived more than half a lifetime. Do you think I could get that wrong?" Granny Wang glanced at Li Yichen and continued, "Let me tell you, I noticed it the very first time Xiao Meng came in. Long legs, a slim waist, wide hips—you can tell at a glance she'll have sons. You can trust me."
"Uh..." Li Yichen was speechless. He had thought the old woman who ran the shop might actually know how to tell fortunes.
Then he smiled and said, "It's getting late. You should get some rest."