The screen of my mobile phone flashed, and the fourth text message calling for rent payment popped up. Before I had time to click on it, the landlord Aunt Chen's life-threatening series of calls came in again.
I stared at the caller's profile picture with "hateful face" written all over it, took a deep breath, hung up, then flipped the phone over neatly, and placed it on the greasy table of the convenience store.
The heat from the instant noodles burned my face. A bowl of braised beef noodles for three yuan and a half is the most decent meal I have eaten today and this month.
"Little girl, are you eating instant noodles again?"
