The noodle shop was crowded, and Tang Xi found a spot in the corner.
She ordered two bowls of noodles and, disliking cilantro, ate them clean.
Xu Yiran smiled and said, "You have a good appetite today, don't you?"
Tang Xi also smiled.
Outside was the cold winter, but inside the noodle shop, it was warm.
There was a mist lingering in front of them.
Xu Yiran wore glasses, now fogged up, he took out a tissue and wiped them, his prominent nose showing tiny red marks from the glasses' pressure, his voice gentle, "Tomorrow is the day of your prenatal check-up, I've taken the day off to accompany you in the morning."
Tang Xi shook her head, "I've made plans with a friend."
Xu Yiran naturally asked, "Ruan Youqing? I heard the thoracic department has been busy these days; she probably can't make time."
Tang Xi took a sip of warm water, "Mm, it's Qiao Na, a friend I made while working a part-time job."
