Heath had never felt so conflicted before. With conflicted feelings, he braised the intestines, boiled the noodles, and finally carried the pork intestine noodles over to Mr. Luodan with a conflicted expression. Heath had made this bowl according to the recipe in Mr. Luodan's mind for what he wanted from his food. Apart from the intestines, which Heath had braised, everything had been prepared exactly as Mr. Luodan wanted.
And the way Mr. Luodan looked at Heath was also very strange, making Heath uncomfortable all over.
"These noodles..." Mr. Luodan lowered his head to look at the noodles before him, a trace of surprise in his heart. Then he eagerly picked up his chopsticks and, moving so fast he seemed to wish he could simply scoop the noodles up with his hands, stuffed a mouthful into his mouth and chewed in great gulps.
Mr. Luodan instantly calmed down. Heath had already returned to the food truck, but he watched Mr. Luodan with a frown. Just now, when Mr. Luodan lowered his head, he had vaguely glimpsed what seemed to be a drop of clear liquid falling from the corner of his eye. Heath grew thoughtful. Perhaps Mr. Luodan was not gay, as Heath had imagined.
After all, if Mr. Luodan really was gay, surely he would not cry. Wouldn't he keep looking at Heath with that strange gaze instead? Thinking back on it now, Heath felt that Mr. Luodan's eyes seemed to hold more nostalgia and longing.
Thinking of those things from his memories that he had served Mr. Luodan, and the nearly complete recipes that formed his requirements for food while Heath cooked, along with that tear, Heath felt he seemed to have understood something. Unless he was mistaken, Mr. Luodan probably missed the person who had made these