A pot of fragrant instant noodles heated Nian Shutong up, even making her nose a bit moist.
"Slurp slurp—"
A mouthful of instant noodle soup slid down her throat, warming her stomach, followed by a bite of crispy grilled bun—a delicious combination, an ultimate enjoyment.
"Excuse me for a moment."
A young and clear voice sounded, soon followed by a tall boy with colorful hair rushing over.
The boy squatted before Nian Shutong's fire, the flames clearly reflected in his bright and clear eyes.
"Hello, my name is Xia Tian."
Nian Shutong had known there were people around, but since she came later, she purposely chose a spot a bit farther away to start her rest.
"Can I help you?"
Nian Shutong put down her soup pot and began nibbling her bun, occasionally hearing a crackling sound.
Xia Tian glanced at the pot on the ground and asked with a bright tone, "You're a fan of Little River Live, aren't you? I've seen that brand of instant noodles in their stream?"
