Ye Ling looked at Zhao Guodong, who was back to his old self, and couldn't help but think of what he had done to her in the army. In an instant, resentment surged up, and when she saw Zhao Guodong looking at her, she glared at him fiercely and turned her head away.
Zhao Guodong was talking excitedly and didn't know how he had upset Ye Ling again. He looked at Zhang Linong in confusion, "What's wrong with her?"
Zhang Linong pushed the bowl of noodles that had just been served in front of him, "Let's eat."
Wang Ping didn't care about any of that; after all, no one paid attention to what he said anyway.
Ye Ling also lowered her head to eat the noodles. This time, it was Zhao Guodong who persistently insisted on treating, saying that not coming would be disrespectful, so Ye Ling came out, added chili oil, and ate slowly. The fragrance of the chili oil combined with the noodles, in this cold winter, was really a rare treat.
