A blink of an eye.
Four years, and nine months.
Early summer.
At the border, in a small town, there's a restaurant here.
Local people often come here to eat; they've also seen the owner of the restaurant, a lean man in his thirties.
His Xiangjiang cuisine is very authentic.
"Big Brother Zhang, one bowl of tossed noodles, Xiangjiang style, please!"
Visitors from Xiangjiang come here and casually order food.
That one bowl truly captures the taste of home, leaving them savoring it endlessly.
"Wait a moment."
Zhang Feng in the kitchen, separated from the front hall by just a ragged curtain.
A few minutes later, with the chef's speed, a steaming bowl of tossed noodles is ready.
Zhang Feng had yet to call an assistant to serve the noodles,
when the Xiangjiang guest stood up and walked towards the kitchen, lifted the curtain, and looked at the lean Zhang Feng,
"Wow! Big Brother Zhang, the aroma spreads for miles!"
