Xiao Yu covered her mouth and tried not to laugh when Milo spoke to the shop owner's wife. She found he command of Mandarin was poor; she expected a bit more out him but she wasn't that surprised. It wasn't uncommon for the foreigners not to know her language. The old lady looked at him and cocked one eye at him. She gathered herself and added. "Gěi wǒmen liǎng gē shuǐ." (Give us two waters). The old woman nodded and then disappeared. She could hear the woman talking to her husband about their food. Xiao Yu smiled as Milo leaned back in his chair.<br/><br/><br/>"Are you always that sarcastic?" She asked as the elderly lady brought them two cups of water. "If you're not careful people may think you are rude. No I don't always eat here but I use to come here with my mother before she died. she loved pí dù miàn since she was from Nanjing." She took a sip of the water and let her drift a bit. "So how did a guy like you get into this business? Are you afraid of ghost?"<br/><br/><br/>Their noddles came pipping hot and Xiao Yu went to clean off a pair of chopsticks for Milo and a pair for her. "There a rumor going on that the last surviving Ming Emperor put a curse on everything so that if the grave of the royals are disturbed the grave robbers will be haunted and killed."