Chapter 83 Melting_2

"You flatter me, just a college student," Wang He felt a bit embarrassed. It was the first time he was called an intellectual. Usually, people just called him 'that senior.'

"Don't say that. Anyone who can attend college is an intellectual... Mr. Liu, same as usual, huh." Uncle Lin smiled, glanced at Old Wang who was hazily eating fatty intestine noodles with a bit of disdain, and then turned around and left.

Liu Sang knew what Uncle Lin meant. He just needed to get it delivered to the convenience store next door, where Uncle Lin always ate. According to him, it was to avoid disturbing the customers.

So, Liu Sang started preparing the hot dry noodles that Uncle Lin wanted to eat. After making them for so long, Liu Sang had become quite skilled and was quite fast.

If not for the time it took to cook the noodles, Liu Sang could have finished in a minute.

"Had breakfast yet?" Liu Sang asked Wang He, looking at him. He had eaten, but he wasn't sure if his server had.