Zhao Yuanzhen ate a few bites of the stretched noodles and seemed to find them lacking in flavor, so she grabbed the vinegar pot and poured it vigorously over her noodles.
Chen Lingyun, however, had the typical tastes of the south, preferring light and savory flavors, and took a spoon to slowly sip her soup.
Yan Yu put on disposable gloves and began to gnaw on a chicken carcass, only to have Zhao Yuanzhen grab his arm and say,
"Leave some of that chicken for me, will you?"
"So embarrassing, you!" Yan Yu impatiently shook off her arm, disdainfully saying, "Miss Chen is treating us, we can just order more if it's not enough, what's the hurry?"
Zhao Yuanzhen glanced at Chen Lingyun with ill intent and then turned to look at the menu on the wall, about to make an outrageous order when Yan Yu knocked her on the head:
"Don't be dumb!"
Tens of yuan for a bowl of noodles, no matter how many you order, trying to make Chen Lingyun go broke was simply a pipe dream.