The bowl of instant noodles in front of Tang Baona had no drop of water left. The noodles, which had just been soaked in hot water, had become dry and hard again, only their shape had fallen apart quite a bit.
Tang Baona took off her glasses and wiped them with the hem of her clothes, observing the dissipation of the mist around her as she did so.
It seemed like there was nothing unusual, just the steam. The room had been dry and now had turned humid.
Once the mist had dissipated, Tang Baona boiled another pot of water and re-soaked the bowl of noodles.
But this time, she didn't play around since her stomach was already grumbling. She was really hungry.
As Tang Baona ate her noodles, she pondered the rhythm of the melody she had just played. Although she didn't verify it with Alice, she could clearly feel that when Alice manipulated the water, it felt more at ease.
