Special Yingzhou Style Cold Buckwheat Noodles.
A stack of cold noodles and a bowl of dipping sauce were placed in front of Enrico.
In the protracted silence, Enrico's expression twitched. He bowed his head, looked closely at the plate in front of him, raised his head to look at Huai Shi, and then bowed again to look at the plate.
"What's this?"
"Special Yingzhou Style Cold..."
"I don't care if it's wind-cooled or water-cooled, but where are the buckwheat noodles?!"
Even someone as shameless as Enrico started to get angry in front of such watered-down cooking. "Where is the buckwheat!"
"Forgot to put it in."
Huai Shi was as composed as ever.
"Then why still call it Cold Buckwheat Noodles!"
"I already said it's special. Aren't you annoying?"
