"Rice noodles, huh!" Gu Qili pointed to the promotional mural on the wall, "Crossing-the-bridge noodles, doesn't it also have a legend written about them?"
Mu Shuoqian's gaze remained fixed, clearly uninterested in any legend.
"They are made from rice flour, very clean. If you are not used to them, you can try some vegetables." Seeing that he was still unmoved, Gu Qili had no choice but to take a clean empty bowl and serve him a portion, just about to break a pair of disposable chopsticks for him when she heard Yuan Yi's somewhat panicked voice: "Ma'am, Young Master Qian doesn't use public utensils."
So that's the case, quite a fussy one.
Then what's the point of him going out to eat, is he supposed to eat with his hands? And when she mentioned eating noodles, he had no objections.