Coming out of the small district, Zhang Ye walked towards the Lamian restaurant.
On the way, people still ignored Zhang Ye. This was something that Zhang Ye was already used to.
However, as he walked, a 27-year-old older sister who wore a long skirt noticed Zhang Ye. She looked at him and her gaze paused on Zhang Ye’s face for three full seconds, before taking her gaze off him as they brushed past each other.
He reached the Lamian restaurant.
Zhang Ye found a seat with air-conditioning, “A bowl of Lamian, a big bowl.”
“Do you want to add meat?” A female waitress came over.
“There is no need to add meat. Add more chilli peppers. Thank you.” Zhang Ye smiled.
The waitress took a look at his eyes, “Alright, please wait a moment. It will be served shortly.”
In three minutes, the 18-year-old waitress brought the Lamian over, “It’s ready.”