Seeing the 500 yuan Zhao Lina handed over, Ye Fan took it nonchalantly, as long as Zhao Lina was willing to accept the quilt.
After taking the money, Ye Fan passed over a bag of dry noodles in a plastic food bag, smiling, "Dry mixed noodles, they should still be warm. They cost seven yuan, I'll charge you fifteen."
Zhao Lina glanced at Ye Fan, took it silently, then handed over a fifty yuan bill, saying, "No need for change."
"Hehe, okay, I'll just take advantage a bit then," Ye Fan pocketed the money unapologetically.
At that moment, he glanced at the fuel gauge, which was already less than one fifth full.
"Wait a second, I'll add some fuel to the car," Ye Fan said, turning to Zhao Lina.
Zhao Lina gave Ye Fan a cold look, stopped her action of opening the dry mixed noodles, and sat up straight without moving.
