48, Jin Zhu

In the noodle shop, a gigantic pot sat atop the enormous stove, billowing with white steam.

The noodle chef held the dough on one shoulder, while with the other hand, he used a knife to shave off noodles without stop, resembling a swordsman from the jianghu hidden among the common folk.

Strips of noodles flew into the pot, their thickness just right.

Noodles scooped into a bowl, then he ladled out a spoonful of tender beef and broth, simple yet delicious.

The flames and the smoke from the stove were the most unpretentious spectacles of the market's lively atmosphere.

The Princely Heir waved to the noodle shop waiter, "Waiter, bring me a bowl of shaved noodles."

The waiter recognized him and immediately smiled, "Right away, Your Highness, please wait a moment, it's coming right up!"

Chen Ji was surprised, "Your Highness, the waiter here recognizes you?"