In the early morning of the next day, while preparing the ingredients for breakfast, Yuan Zhou walked out of the back door with the broth of the clear broth noodle soup that he had just finished.
It had rained last night, and it was only Sixo' clock now. The sun hadn't come out yet, and it was still cool, but the sky was already bright.
Broth and the rice that would usually come to welcome Yuan Zhou when he walked out of the back door didn't come.
"Broth, rice," Yuan Zhou said loudly.
"Woof!" Broth's characteristic short cry sounded from the street.
Immediately after, glutinous Rice's voice was heard.
Yuan Zhou turned his head and looked at the street entrance. Broth and the rice were all squatting there, and in front of them was a little girl.
With Yuan Zhou's eyesight, he could naturally see clearly that the little girl was less than 10 years old. She was wearing a very clean light yellow one-piece dress and her hair was not long but combed very neatly.
