Novel1Chapter 328 Effie had always loved noodles-any kind, really. Whether it was spicy ramen, creamy carbonara, or classic chicken noodle, she adored them all.
She and Shirley walked together to the noodle place Shirley had recommended. Effie was surprised to find it just a short stroll behind their office building.
The front side of the building faced the bustling city center, all honking horns and streams of traffic. But step around back, and you were suddenly in a different world-a cozy, lively street full of local flavor.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtVendors called out to passersby, and the air was thick with the mouthwatering aromas of simmering broths and fresh bread.
Shirley led Effie to a table, and they didn't have to wait long before their food arrived.
There weren't any menus here. The owner made just one kind of noodle, rumored to be handmade every morning, giving them a wonderful chew and a flavor that was hard to beat.
As Shirley dug in, she sniffed appreciatively and told Effie, "Back in college, I used to take the bus for nearly an hour just to eat these noodles." She wasn't great with spicy food, but somehow she always thought a hint of heat made everything taste better. Still, Shirley's idea of "a little spicy" never quite matched up with the owner's.
Suddenly, Effie grinned as a thought struck her. "So tell me, did you take this job just to be closer to these noodles?" Shirley nodded, laughing. "You're too sharp, Effie! Actually, when I first started working here, I calmost every day. But you know, no matter how much you love something, you get sick of it if you have it all the time. After a while, I was so full of noodles, I felt like I was breathing out noodle-scented air. Eventually, I stopped coming for a long stretch." Effie nodded with a laugh. It was true-too much of even your favorite thing could wear you out.
For sreason, as she listened, an image of Lyman's handsface floated through her mind. Did the sapply to people? Did feelings fade over time, the way Mitchell's had for her? She didn't know. She and Lyman were only at the beginning.
"I'm going to get an order to go," Effie said.
Shirley's eyes sparkled mischievously. "Planning to bring sup for Mr. Etheridge? But do you think he'd go for food from a little place like this?" She put on a teasing, tic voice. "In my mind, CEOs are all supposed to eat steak under candlelight, swirling wine and looking elegant." Effie couldn't help laughing. "Who told you that? CEOs are people, too! Besides, he actually loves local food. And he's a fantastic cook himself." Shirley's jaw dropped. "Wait-he can cook?" Effie grinned. "Yep."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"That's wild It's one thing if he's rich, but if he can cook, too? He's the total package! I want to find someone like that for myself someday," Shirley declared, With a tic sigh.
Effie's smile faded a little. She said gently, "If the only good thing about a man is that he treats you well, you should think twice. Being good to you isn't a real virtue it's just a variable. He can be good to you, but he could just as easily be good to someone else. You should look for someone who's already amazing in his own right, with plenty of admirable qualities. Being good to you should be a given, not the reason you fall in love." Shirley nodded, half-understanding.
What Effie didn't realize was that, not far away, someone had overheard every word she just said.
Effie picked up the takeout and headed upstairs to find Lyman.
When she reached the top floor, the receptionist stopped her at the door. "Who are you uhere to see?" The will be updated first on this website. Cback and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!
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