Song Yan, although a playful guy with good moral values, always looked down on Shen Wenxi, who was notorious for his misconduct, so the two rarely interacted.
Now, his "friendly reminder" ... his kindness was naturally not meant for Shen Wenxi, but for Meng Chuyue.
Apart from Shen Ci, there wasn't a single good thing to say about the Shen Family, and he didn't want Meng Chuyue to have a falling out with Shen Wenxi, inviting trouble.
Shen Wenxi furrowed his brows and stared for a while at Song Yan, who wore a mischievous smile, then turned to look at Meng Chuyue, "Teacher Meng, the noodles you made are delicious, I would like two more bowls."
"Sorry, Shen Wenxi, you need to reserve these noodles every morning, five yuan per bowl."
Such delicious noodles for only five yuan a bowl did not seem expensive to Shen Wenxi; he nodded, "I got it."
