157 You Know Me? (1/2)
The specialty noodles of the diner were homemade, and the kitchen was in direct view of the customers so that they could see how their food was being prepared.
Lu Shen was in rapt attention as he watched the owner knead and twirl the dough, before stretching it out like a rope. He did this over and over again until it reached the right consistency. Flour sprayed in the air as the dough was pounded back to the table, making anyone who saw it feel amazed.
For most of the people living here, they had seen this display a thousand times. So they were more content to divert their attention to the handsome young man studying the process of how the noodles were cooked.
”Aiyo, look at that face. He's even more good-looking than my Andy Lau! [1]
”Old woman, aren't you ashamed? He's young enough to be your grandson!”
”Bah! Can I not appreciate younger men now because I'm old? That He Shang [2] has been seducing young mistresses left and right, but I can't even admire a single man? Should I be a virtuous wife even at the end of my life, ah?”
”He must be one of the actors who went here to shoot a movie. I don't recognize his face.”
”Isn't your Xiao Tang Yuan a shengnu? [3] Why don't you introduce her to him?”
”Do you think my Xiao Tang Yuan even has a chance? Look at the girl sitting beside him!”
Hui Yin didn't bother about the whispers going around her and calmly ate her noodles. Lu Shen was also ravenously eating beside her, the movement of his chopsticks a blur to the eyes. But his other hand was still holding the sleeve of her coat, as if he was afraid she would make a run for it and leave him.
After they finished eating, Lu Shen returned back to being wary of his surroundings. As Hui Yin was paying, he asked her, ”Do you know these people?”
”No.”
”Do you think I lived here?”
”No.”
His head drooped. ”And you don't know me either.”
Hui Yin hesitated before cautiously saying, ”No...I know you.”
His head went up in a flash. His expression looked startled.
”You know me?”
Hui Yin pulled him out of the diner and away from the prying eyes of the villagers. ”Yes, I do.”
”You do? Really? Do you know my name?”
She looked at him. It was on the tip of her tongue, the name she had bestowed him. But in the end, she answered, ”Your name is Lu Shen.”
”Lu...Shen?” His forehead wrinkled. ”Then what's your name?”
”Hui Yin.”
”Hui Yin.” He seemed more interested in hearing about her name than his own. ”Your name suits you.”
Hui Yin didn't know how to make sense of that. ”Thank you.”
The police station was located at the center of the village, and it was a bit far. While they were walking, Hui Yin asked him if he knew the location where he crashed his car. But Lu Shen said that he didn't remember. Everything that had happened after his accident and before she found him was a void to him.
”Why aren't you asking me about who you are? Don't you want to know?”