Life these days was pressure-free, without worries, nothing like the cumbersome tasks that used to hang over one's head, requiring constant vigilance.
The steaming rice noodle soup was served piping hot. Tang Ming pulled out a pair of disposable chopsticks and dug in. It was spicy, scalding, and oh so satisfying to eat.
He finished a bowl in just a few bites, slurping up even the hot broth until it was all gone. Then, under the stunned gaze of the owner, he started on another bowl.
Suddenly, while eating his noodles, he noticed a mother and daughter approaching, chatting and laughing. One of them was Xia Wei'er, and beside her was her mother.
"Mom, business is doing well now, so we should prepare more stock. Look, it's not even eight at night and we're already sold out. If we had more now, imagine how much more money we could make. Let's prepare extra for tomorrow," Xia Wei'er said, linking her arm with her mother's and speaking with a hint of complaint.
