Mountain God's Game

The aroma of greasy tonkotsu soup permeates the back room, with a hint of industrial cheapness. Shen Zhou carefully held the bowl of hot instant noodles, and the wooden floor under his feet made a slight "creep" sound, which was the unique groan of an old shop. "Master, the newly opened convenience store across the street is no good." He placed the bowl on a faded square wooden table next to the door and complained to the rickety figure at the door, "They say it is imported, but this tonkotsu ramen smells like plastic, and the noodles are not soaked, as if they were chewed wax." Sitting at the door is his mentor, Uncle Chen. The old man had his back to him and was sitting on a low horse. He held a carving knife as thin as a cicada's wing in his hand and was slowly polishing a slender bamboo strip. The sunlight slanted in from the open wooden door, dyeing the dust flying in the air golden, and also coating the old man's gray hair with a layer of warm light. "It's good to eat some, why are you so picky." Uncle Chen didn't even raise his head, his voice was hoarse and steady, and the carving knife scratched the bamboo strips, making a soft "rustling" sound, with a reassuring rhythm. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.