After passing through a long and wide road, a 150cc black sports motorcycle stopped right in front of a noodle shop. Soon after, two well-matched-looking men got out of their vehicle, carrying a recognizable familiarity — an old, long-lost air in the place.
The lights on both sides of the noodle shop were dim, revealing a familiar simple shape — seemingly unchanged since their last visit.
In front of the noodle shop, there was a pamphlet standing, it read Xian Pen Pen Noodle Shop by Li Family with a big picture of a bowl of noodles, and beside it was a pig's smiling face; a familiar name that never even changed; which brought unforgettable memories from many years ago.
At there, a middle-aged woman in her fifties looked like she was about to close the noodle shop already, but as soon as she saw two familiar men standing in front of her noodle shop with a smile, instantly the elation of a long separation brought a joyful smile to her face.
