Yellow white water noodles. There were a few slices of cheap sauerkraut floating on it. The sour smell mixed with the greasy smell of inferior oil lingered in the narrow rental house. Li Changge was holding the bowl, and his fingertips were a little red and swollen from being soaked in cold water for a long time. She is too tired. My body seemed to have been drained of strength, and my eyelids were so heavy that I couldn't lift them up. I worked three jobs today, from working as a cook in a fast food restaurant in the early morning, to working as a front desk in a milk tea shop in the evening, to working as a cashier in a convenience store late at night. Every penny is hard-earned. This bowl of noodles is her dinner today and breakfast tomorrow. As soon as she sat down at the old wooden table, the wooden door was kicked open with a bang. A well-dressed girl rushed in, with famous brand logos all over her body, which was incompatible with her bare-walled house. It's her stepsister, Li Waner. "Hey, the loser still knows how to eat?" Li Waner's voice was sharp and sharp, and her eyes were full of contempt. Li Changge remained silent, lowered his head silently, and prepared to finish the noodles as soon as possible. She doesn't want to cause trouble. But the trouble never goes away just because she gives in.
