Mo Yan shook Xiao Ruiyuan's hand and whispered, "This place is so remote, how did you find it?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Ruiyuan's face showed a look of reminiscence, "The year I was five, I was angry with my grandfather and ran away from the Hou Mansion without even eating dinner. It was just like today, cold and snowing. I was both cold and hungry, not carrying even One Wen money with me, and without knowing how, I ended up at the alley, lured in by the smell of noodles."
As he spoke, Xiao Ruiyuan looked towards the busy elderly couple outside with an increasingly tender expression, "Back then, the old man and woman were quite young, and this place was bustling with good business. Despite being busy, they noticed me staring at the noodles in the pot, and they pulled me inside and cooked me a bowl of chicken noodles."
