Song Yao had seen instant noodles in town before. A fifty-cent food ticket could buy a box of instant noodles. There were more than thirty packets in each box.
However, the young man was selling one pack for 50 cents.
"I'm sorry, I don't need it." Song Yao refused.
The young man retracted his hand awkwardly and said, "There's still a long way to go. Are you sure you don't want a packet to fill your stomach?"
Song Yao shook her head.
The young man laughed a few more times. "Alright." Then, he left in disappointment.
Song Yao looked at his dejected back and felt inexplicably uneasy. She wondered if it was not good for her to reject the young man like this.
At this moment, she saw the young man pass the instant noodles that he wanted to sell to another passenger and successfully get a crumpled 50 cents.
