When the mother and son left the company, it was already seven in the evening.
Although Luo Ziling had eaten quite a bit of fruit in Ling Ruonan's office, the digestive effect of yangmei was too strong, so he was already starving.
"Mom, how about we go have some noodles?" As they left the Northern Group building, Luo Ziling suggested to Ling Ruonan, pointing to a noodle shop not far away, "Noodles will definitely be quicker than stir-fried dishes. I'll treat you to some noodles, how about it?"
"Alright!" Ling Ruonan wasn't particular about food, and since she was hungry, she didn't feel like looking for another place to eat, so she agreed.
So, instead of taking the car, the two walked across the crosswalk to the nearby alleyway noodle shop.
Luo Ziling had been to this noodle shop once before, and the taste was pretty good, so he remembered it.
Actually, you couldn't see the noodle shop's sign from the Northern Group's main entrance.
