Only handsome vagrants

  "The one walking in front, with a gentle and elegant demeanor, is my dad's colleague's son, named Mo Wenyang. The one behind him is his friend, named Jiang Yan." Wen Haosheng provided live commentary to the sisters.

  Because Jiang Yan is more handsome than Mo Wenye, everyone rushed over.

  An hour later, everyone returned with gritted teeth, pouting mouths and gloomy faces.

  "What's so great about it? It's just a shabby house!"

  "The suit he wore here today was lent to him by his friend."

  "No money, just farting around."

  "Not to mention houses and cars, with his unstable job and salary, it's hard for him to make a living, let alone support a family."

  Afterwards, Wen Man thought that if Jiang Yan wasn't a poor and humble man, she probably wouldn't even give him a glance. Mainly because he was able to infuriate her group of sisters, aunties, and aunts to such an extent, which made her look at him in a different light.

  He put down the book in his hand, stretched out his neck from the shadow, and carefully cast a glance at Wangzi through his thick glasses.

  He should be at least 1.8 meters tall, wearing a silver-striped shirt, black blue trousers, and shiny leather shoes. The top button of his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a small section of beautiful collarbone.

  Her five senses are clear and elegant, her nose is high and straight, the ends of her eyebrows have a hint of arrogance, and the corners of her mouth have a hint of coldness.

  Accidentally, their eyes met for a moment.

  Wen Wan's head drooped down immediately, her eyes facing the book spread out on her legs. Due to the increasing noise in the living room, she moved the stool to the balcony to find some peace and quiet.

  She didn't expect the floor-to-ceiling window on the balcony to be pushed open with a whoosh, and a figure flashed beside her.

  The delicate and beautiful eyebrow tips, the slightly raised eye corners could see that broken-down house leaning on the railing of the balcony, as if sighing in response to the wind.

  "The view is beautiful, but it's a bit windy and I'm getting hungry."

  Gurgling sounds of hunger came from this handsome man.

  A poor household is indeed a poor household, and it was spoken by the Wen family. There's only appearance but no use.

  The problem is that Wen Man was listening to this voice, and because of her mother's urgent order, she didn't have time to eat dinner, and now she was so hungry that she could hardly hold on.

  She cautiously poked her head into the living room, where every member of the Wen family was using all their might to make this marriage happen. At this time, if she said she was hungry, it would not only spoil the atmosphere but also definitely earn her another scolding from Xu Yu'e and lose face. Forget it, forget it. Wen Man gently put down her book, stood up, and prepared to sneak out of the house to find something to eat for herself.

  However, the beggar unexpectedly turned around and stared at her. A pair of eyes with a mixture of various colors made Wen Cang's spine feel a bit hairy: this person was obviously starving and had some resentment, possibly because he was brought to the Wen family thinking that he could be treated to a meal, but ended up not getting free food and having to starve instead.

  "If you don't mind eating instant noodles..." Wen Man carefully opened her lips, paying attention to the situation in the living room.

  But this poor household is a poor household, can it accept the suggestion of eating instant noodles with such an arrogant attitude?

  A tall figure flashed by quickly, grasping one of her hands, nodding like a garlic press: "No problem. As long as it's edible."

  This poor guy, can't even afford instant noodles?

  I don't know how to describe this complex feeling in my heart at that moment: empathy?

  Taking advantage of the people in the living room moving to the study to watch Mo Wenyang perform calligraphy, Wen Man led the broken household out quietly and opened the door, and the two slipped out smoothly.

  Outside, as he said, the night view was beautiful, with a round moonlight shining on the road in the community, casting shadows of the two. The wind was slightly stronger, and the green plants in the community could be heard rustling softly, making it seem quiet and secluded.

  At the corner of the intersection, there is a small grocery store.

  Wen Wan touched the pocket of his jeans and found a dozen or so yuan that he had received as change after buying paint for Wen Huan. He negotiated with the owner of the small shop: "We want two bowls of Kangshifu beef noodles, can you help us heat up some hot water? We'll add the seasonings ourselves. Oh, and I also want a package of pickled vegetables."

  The owner of the small shop took the money and, according to her instructions, helped her prepare everything. Then Wen Cai began to unwrap the instant noodles package and put seasonings in two bowls. In other people's eyes, her way of putting seasonings was a bit strange, not following the instructions to put all the materials together and soak them in hot water. The owner of the small shop and Jiang Yan looked at her busy hands over the two bowls, both feeling surprised: Is eating instant noodles so troublesome?

  "Alright." A few minutes later, Wen Man's crescent-shaped eyes smiled with satisfaction.

  When Chiang Yan received the bowl of noodles she handed over, he paused for a moment in her eyes that smiled like crescent moons, and his handsome face seemed to flash with a hint of surprise.

  "Let's sit over there and eat. Don't block people from doing business." Wen Man only lowered her head, holding her own bowl and sat down on the stone stools by the side of the street.

  Jiang Yan's two long legs took a stride, and in a few steps, he sat down beside her, imitating her to lift the lid off the bowl. The aroma that wafted up was like the usual instant noodles, but with an added hint of something more appetizing. Looking down, the noodles and vegetables floating on the surface of the broth looked just right, without any visible oil slicks. He stirred the plastic fork in the noodles, scooped some up, and sucked it into his mouth. His eyes widened in surprise: delicious!

  Only a few people can make instant noodles and dried vegetables taste so good.

  Wen Wan ate slowly and elegantly beside him, without making a single sound while eating noodles.

  Jiang Yan's stomach was very hungry, this noodle dish was really delicious, he picked up the bowl and slurped it all down in one breath. After eating clean, he was also a bit stunned: I didn't know instant noodles could be so delicious.

  Wen Wan had only eaten half a bowl, and from his upper garment pocket he pulled out a packet of paper towels, pulling one out for him.

  Jiang Yan wiped the corners of her mouth with a tissue, hesitated for a moment before asking: "Do you often eat instant noodles?"

  Her skill in cooking instant noodles and eating them is top-notch, probably the result of long practice. Most people would think so, anyway.

  After being stunned for a moment, he couldn't help but laugh: "How is that possible?"

  Jiang Yan saw her smile, this time without being stunned, and looked into her eyes where a complex and subtle meaning floated: "You're... really good."

  Wen Man was even more stunned: "Huh?"

  "Everyone in your family knows about my situation, only you are willing to ask me out for a meal." Jiang Yan said this without any hint of shame on his face for being poor.

  Wen Man blinked her slightly raised eyelashes: This broken-down house really has an unusually proud air.