Bowl of Noodles
"Of course." The waiter nodded. He could tell from the clothes they were wearing that this mother and daughter weren't wealthy. Those were all old clothes that been left behind by the seasons, and the vast majority of people in the city don't wear plain clothes like that anymore.
"Xi, let's just have a bowl then? Mom can't eat that much, and this one looks quite big?" The mother said to her fifteen or sixteen-year-old daughter.
Chen Xi knew that her mother was trying to save money, but the doctor said… that her mother was dying soon, and coming here to eat a bowl of beef noodles was her wish. Chen Xi wasn't wasteful herself, so it took her some effort to speak. "Maybe we should have two bowls?"
"Xi, what if we couldn't finish, we'd be wasting food!" The mother interrupted before turning to the waiter. "One bowl then, how much?"
