Luo Huimei tagged along behind her daughter. Mrs. Zhang was fidgeting as she sat at the table until her eyes lit up as she smelled the ramen that Yan served to her. She then picked up the spoon and took a sip of the broth.
“Yan’s a good cook, and she can also make a lot of money. Whoever marries you should feel blessed!”
Yan’s mouth twitched as she heard this. Seriously? She's only tasted the broth and already wants to marry me off? She should at least finish the whole thing. The ramen should be good enough to distract her.
Very quickly, Mrs. Zhang began to realize how delicious the ramen was and had stopped talking to Yan. Later on, she took a few more sips of the broth and resumed eating the noodles with her head down. "Mrs. Zhang, I hope you enjoy it. I'm going to go first."
"Yan, please don’t be in such a hurry. I came here today to speak with you."
The look on Luo Huimei seemed to be saying to Yan, ‘See, I knew this was going to happen.’