Marcus, who was fiddling with the chopstick cage, suddenly looked so gloomy that water seemed to drip out of his eyes.
After the girl understood, she turned around shyly and ran away. A moment later, she brought a new bowl of noodles. The noodles were fine in texture and had rich toppings. A small drop of sesame oil formed a regular little flower on the surface of the soup, and the fragrance was tangy.
The girl said softly, "Sir, this is for you."
Ethan did not refuse, but smiled and said, "Thank you very much."
The girl shyly turned her back, took a few steps, and looked back quietly, only to see Ethan still supporting his chin with one hand, looking at her with a faint smile.
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