Someone has started fighting, vendettas settled, grievances avenged...
But that's the business of martial artists.
Right now, Sui Yi is here.
"Boss, two bowls of crossing-the-bridge noodles."
"Sure!"
Sui Yi and Yan Jingan hadn't been seated long before the crossing-the-bridge noodles arrived.
But... two bowls?
Sui Yi looked at the waiter. The waiter glanced back and forth between Sui Yi and Yan Jingan, tossed his towel aside, and smiled: "Young master, it's two bowls, one bowl of crossing-the-bridge noodles, and two small bowls for you to share. Oh no, not share, two handsome men and beautiful women, deeply affectionate, destined to be together for a lifetime, the two small bowls symbolize duality, one big bowl represents lifelong fulfillment, that's a good omen."
Was this waiter doing stand-up comedy or selling insurance? He was so witty that even Sui Yi felt like he was getting married.
