The storm raged, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring.
Unsure of what had happened, the mobile phone had no signal at all.
So there was no way to order takeout.
The martial arts school.
A low wooden table held three bowls of noodles.
The noodles had been simply boiled in water, sprinkled with a bit of salt, and nothing else.
"Is this what you all eat for lunch?"
Wu Xiaode sat on a small stool, looking at the large bowl in front of him.
"No, today you're here, so we specially added an egg," Qian Kuiming said, using his chopsticks to part the noodles, revealing the poached egg underneath.
Little Shi stared at the steaming egg, swallowing his saliva.
"Nothing else?" Wu Xiaode asked.
Qian Mingkui placed a jar of shrimp paste on the table and said, "Vegetable."
"Alright then..."
Let's eat.
Wu Xiaode picked up a bowl of noodles, selected a few strands, and slowly slurped them into his mouth.
"Hmm, Little Shi cooked it well," he praised.
Little Shi smiled back at him.