It was only then that Old Huang noticed Wang Yihan's hand was wrapped in bandages.
Though Old Huang never said it out loud, he truly cared for the youngsters. He asked Ye Chen to remove the bandages for him to inspect, and finally he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Go stay in the room in the backyard with Xiaohan first. I'll be there soon."
Ye Chen and Wang Yihan nodded and headed to the backyard.
Old Huang sped up, finished cooking the remaining noodles, grabbed a bowl, and tossed it onto the customer's table without turning around, apologizing as he rushed to the backyard.
Yet the bowls of noodles thrown by Old Huang landed perfectly on the table without spilling a drop of broth...
"Old Huang's skills are getting better! Look at that toss—not a drop spilled! If I could master that, I'd sure make a name for myself!"
One of the diners chuckled as he looked at the noodles on the table.
