At the start, I tricked the school beauty, and ended up with twins?

"Do you think I'm dressed too casually to go see Mr. Liu and Mrs. Bai?"

Gu Yu looked down at his light blue long-sleeve hoodie and black sweatpants.

Lin Xinyue seemed speechless. How come she never noticed he dressed so formally before, and suddenly he was paying attention to his outfit today?

"Let's go! Mr. Liu and Mrs. Bai won't care what you wear. Besides, your outfit looks very casual! You can't just change into a suit, right?"

She took Gu Yu's hand and pulled him toward the street where Mr. Liu's ramen shop was located.

As they turned the corner, they heard the noisy sounds of a bustling crowd.

"Boss, why isn't it ready yet?"

"Boss, remember I want two extra marinated eggs!"

"Damn, is there at least half a pound of beef in this bowl? And you're selling it for just eighteen yuan? Are you still making money, boss?"

"I thought internet-famous places overcharged! Didn't expect the boss to be so genuine!"

"..."

The entrance to Mr. Liu's ramen shop was teeming with people; at least twenty or thirty were in line.

Some of them even held up their phones, wearing earphones, seemingly streaming live.

"Haha, whether I make money or not is up to me; as long as you're happy eating, that's good!"

Mr. Liu stood on the dough-kneading table, where a large lump of dough rapidly changed shape under his hands, flattening into a disk one moment and stretching into strands the next.

Once the dough became sufficiently pliable, he used a knife to slice the pressed dough cake into thick, long strips.

Next came the impressive noodle-pulling performance.

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The noodles slapped against the tabletop with cracking sounds, also sending flour dancing in the air.

For a moment, Gu Yu felt like he was transported back ten years to when he watched noodle chefs pulling noodles in the street with his grandma.

It was filled with the essence of everyday life.

And importantly, Mr. Liu not only knew how to pull noodles but also how to show off!

In his hands, the noodle dough was like a dancing ribbon, transforming into circles and then into butterfly shapes with wing-like ovals...

Changing forms, he was like an acrobat.

Every time Mr. Liu created a new pattern, those live streamers holding phones would shout, "Good!"

"Mr. Ramen! Do another one!"

"Mr. Ramen! Awesome, can you perform a jumping rope trick with them?"

"Folks! Send me a rocket, and I'll buy ten more bowls to give to sanitation workers nearby!"

"Great! Thanks to the top donor! Positive vibes!"

"..."

The streamers were all shouting at the top of their voices, keeping their phones steady, fearful of missing any detail of Mr. Liu's noodle-pulling.

Watching this scene, Gu Yu and Lin Xinyue were dumbfounded.

Had Mr. Liu become a noodle-pulling internet celebrity?

Mr. Ramen?

Gu Yu and Lin Xinyue exchanged looks, seeing the absurdity in each other's eyes.

But it had to be said that Mr. Liu's business was really good. It was only ten forty in the morning, not even lunchtime yet, and there were already so many people lining up to buy noodles!

Mrs. Bai was so busy wiping sweat off her forehead, wishing she had three heads and six arms.

She carried a metal tray, serving four bowls of noodles at once to a table that had been waiting for a long time.

Hardly had the noodles been served at one table when another table was already eagerly urging more.

"Mrs. Lamian! Make it extra spicy! I'm from Xiangnan!"

"I want it spicier than his! We folks from Ganxi can't be beaten by Xiangnan in spiciness!"

"I challenge that! I want it monstrously spicy!"

"I want monstrously spicy plus an extra spoonful!"

"..."

Two young men, who seemed to have come together, started arguing over who could handle more spice.

"Extra spicy costs more, you know. I make the chili oil myself; it's expensive to produce!"

Mrs. Bai grinned at the two men.

"Add it! Load it on; let me have it deadly spicy!"

"Today let's show everyone whether it's Xiangnan or Ganxi who can handle more spice!"

"Hurry! Add ten yuan's worth of chili oil for me!"

"..."

The two began to quarrel again after only a few words, even rolling up their sleeves as if they wouldn't leave until things were settled today.

The surrounding livestreamers also pointed their phones at the duo.

"It's starting! Mr. Ramen's noodle shop's first-ever Spicy King challenge!"

"Folks, I bet on the Ganxi guy to win. If he loses, I'll perform a handstand while eating ramen!"

"Brother, what's your room number? Shall we have a pk? I bet on the Xiangnan guy!"

"What are you betting?"

"If Xiangnan guy loses, I'll eat ramen with my nostrils!"

"Damn! That's bold! You're on!"

"..."

The atmosphere, already noisy, now became even livelier, even attracting quite a few passersby to watch.

After all, everyone wanted to see how one could eat ramen with their nostrils.

Since they came for the show, they couldn't just stand there, right?

Some found tables to sit at and ordered a small portion of ramen.

The workload for Mr. Liu and Mrs. Bai suddenly increased.

Gu Yu and Lin Xinyue quickly went over to help.

Gu Yu went to help Mr. Liu with kneading dough, while Lin Xinyue helped Mrs. Bai scoop noodles into bowls.

They split the tasks clearly.

The two were already very busy, and suddenly, two extra pairs of hands joined in, which made them pause momentarily.

Turning around, they saw Yu and Yue, whom they hadn't seen for ages, and immediately stopped what they were doing.

"Oh! Yu! How come you're here? Where's little Yu'er?"

Mr. Liu put down his rolling pin, his face lighting up with surprise as he looked at Gu Yu.

On the other side, Mrs. Bai quickly wiped her hands clean with a towel, then held Lin Xinyue's face in her hands and rubbed her nose against Lin Xinyue's nose tip.

"Oh my dear Yue! Mrs. Bai has missed you so much, feels like it's been months since I last saw you!"

The crowd around them wondered, who are these two young people?

They seem to be quite close to Mr. Ramen and Mrs. Lamian?

Suddenly a bunch of phones turned their way.

"How come I feel like I recognize these two?" a livestreamer dressed as Tang Seng said, looking puzzled at Gu Yu and Lin Xinyue.

He felt he had seen them somewhere before but couldn't quite place it immediately.

But his livestream room exploded.

"Damn! Aren't those the National Husband, Gu Yu, and the National Goddess, Lin Xinyue?"

"No way? Monk, you stumbled upon the national CP! Quickly get in there and ride the wave!"

"So handsome... even through the screen, I can recognize that this is my husband."

Livestreamer, go and get their autographs for me, and I'll send you gifts! Push you to number one on Dou Ying!"

"..."

Watching his livestream room suddenly fill with newcomers, the Tang Seng cosplay livestreamer was utterly bewildered.

Gu Yu? Lin Xinyue?

Aren't they the two super popular figures always trending in searches?

He immediately got excited!

This wave of popularity was not to be missed!

Not only him, but other nearby livestreamers, even those who didn't recognize Gu Yu and Lin Xinyue, now did with the help of their fans.

They all grew excited, not expecting that they had only come to ride on Mr. Ramen's popularity but ended up bumping into the national CP!

Shooting a video right now would probably rake in a hundred thousand likes, right?

Motivated by potential benefits, a group of livestreamers began pushing forward, nearly knocking over Mr. Liu's noodle stand.

A hot soup bucket beside Gu Yu suddenly tipped, but fortunately, he stabilized it in time. He furrowed his brows tightly; had these people gone mad?

If they had knocked over this half-person-tall bucket of hot soup, who knows how many would get injured!

"Stop pushing! If you keep going, I'm shutting down the stand!"

Mr. Liu's face darkened as he slammed his rolling pin down on the table with a "thump!"

The group of junior livestreamers immediately took two steps back and quieted down.

Now, Mr. Liu holds a great reputation in the Xuhui District, and no one dares to cross him!