Qin Shou looked up and saw an old woman handing him a large bowl with one hand. He went closer and stood on tiptoes to look inside, only to find the soup was brown and thick, seemingly with countless spices added to it, and it smelled pretty good.
In that moment, Qin Shou suddenly remembered a bowl of soup he had once passed by in Huaxia and tasted—hot and spicy soup!
In that moment, Qin Shou's face was covered with tears. This was the taste of home...
Seeing Qin Shou's reaction, the old woman shook her head slightly and said, "Stop crying. I see tens of thousands like you every day, crying is useless. Once you drink this, all worries and sorrows will be gone."
Qin Shou subconsciously took the bowl and remarked, "The taste seems quite good, how much for a bowl?"
The old woman seemed to be asked such a question for the first time and chuckled, "It's free."
Upon hearing this, Qin Shou's eyes lit up and he immediately asked, "Does it fill you up?"
