As the weather gradually warmed up, the trees by the river grew lush and thick, their vibrant green colors especially pleasing to the eye. Between two particularly robust trees, someone's daughter had tied a swing, adorned with colorful ribbons that drifted gently in the breeze coming off the river.
Hua Xiaomai was suddenly in high spirits, and as she stood up intending to sit on the swing, she heard a man's voice hesitating behind her.
"Not selling noodles today...?"
She turned around and saw that it was Wen Huaren from the southeast branch, and her eyebrows knitted together immediately as she looked at him with displeasure: "Of course, I am selling noodles, just not to you."
