Henry's words made the Amanda pause a while. Instead of taking his words, she picked up the bowl in front of her and took a quick sip of noodle soup to cover up something.

For Henry's words like this, Amanda could still control herself and not taking all sweet talk seriously. She kept telling herself that this man in front of her was Henry, the rich and noble Henry, the one she couldn't reach. He was the bright moon in the sky, and she was just a dim star, his light was radiant and glorious, but she had no star light.

This noodle was still as good as ever. The Amanda was satisfied with the meal, even wanted to clean the noodle soup, in a good mood after eating.

As said, there was nothing that couldn't be solved by one bowl of hot noodles. If not, two bowls of noodles would be served.

When she accidentally saw Henry's bowl, which was cleaner than hers. Somehow, looking at this, she laughed, put down the bowl in her hand, and said, "how about that? Is it delicious? "

Henry put down his chopsticks, nodded and smiled, "well, it's delicious. I didn't expect this noodle would be so good. Amanda, you really have a good eye."

At the beginning of coming here, she was worried that he couldn't get used to this small restaurant. Hearing this, she felt a little happiness and smiled sweetly at him. "No, here was not discovered by me firstly, but by Miranda."

"You mean Miranda Guan?"

Amanda didn’t expect he would know Miranda’s last name. A little strange, but didn't think much, just nodded, "well, you know Miranda?"

In the woman's eyes, there was a bit of questioning, but it was not that kind. Henry didn't avoid it. He nodded, "Yes, met her several times before."

Amanda didn't care too much about his answer. There was a smile on her face. Because of the hot soup, her red face was like rose, which made her look like more gorgeous. Matching the sweet smile, Henry was also attracted. "Amanda, do you want to hear a story?"

Seeing him smile, the heartbeat of Amanda couldn't help speeding up, "OK, I am listening."

"Once upon a time, there was a little monk on a mountain. One day, he wanted to go down the mountain."

Amanda listened to his somewhat conventional story, not very interested. She went on with his words, "and then he goes to see a beauty? Or what? "

"No," he shook his head, "it's not like that."

"What about that?"

She smiled, a little tease on her face. "I don't believe you could say anything new."

Henry smiled and said, "then, the old monk won't let him go, but the little monk had made up his mind, insisting on go down the mountain no matter what."

His words aroused the interest of Amanda. The woman sat up straight and came close to Henry's side. She could smell the fragrance of pear flowers on his body. It was so good. She smelled that and felt she was in a good mood. "Then what? I want to know what's going on. "