Su Li was feeling smug. Mo Xingyuan offered no explanation. There wasn’t much to explain, anyway. Even he found it strange that he’d come to pick her up. “What should we eat?” Mo Xingyuan asked. “Your noodles,” Su Li answered without hesitation, already craving the broth he made. “We just had noodles for lunch. You want them again for dinner? Won’t you get sick of it?” Su Li gazed at him, a doting