In the early morning, the sound of a cargo ship's horn on the Jialing River stirred Zhou Chao from his peaceful slumber. A beam of morning sunlight streamed directly onto the top of his bed.
"Mmm~" Stretching lazily, Zhou Chao instantly felt refreshed.
"Time to wake up!" Zhou Chao quickly got out of bed, freshened up briefly, changed into clean clothes, and checked out.
"Boss, I want a bowl of beef noodles! 150 grams, no cilantro!" Zhou Chao had just come down from his lodgings and was surprised to find a noodle shop downstairs.
He grabbed two chairs, one tall and one short, and found a flat spot to sit down. The noodle shop was small, and most customers preferred to sit outside, which was a unique feature of Fog City's noodles.
"The one with 150 grams of beef noodles!" the boss's wife spoke in an authentic Sichuan accent.
"Over here!" Zhou Chao waved as he watched the boss's wife carrying a bowl of beef noodles, looking around for him.
