I earn four and a half yuan by delivering a takeout order, but someone is willing to save a bowl of noodles for me.
I am Lin Feng, a delivery boy who runs night orders in Hangzhou.
Her name is Huang Xiaoman, the proprietress of the alley noodle shop. She always secretly leaves an extra bowl of noodles late at night when I'm so hungry.
The demolition notice was posted on the door. She folded her apron without saying a word and bought a ticket back to her hometown in Jiangxi.
Miss Song, the daughter of a wealthy family, was driven by love and hatred, and wanted to uproot the stronghold I had just established - but I couldn't care less, I was just afraid that the person who cooked the noodles for me would really leave like this.
I followed my brother's car and chased him to the station, staring at the blue cloth bag in the crowd.
"Sister, if your bowl of noodles doesn't exist in Hangzhou, I won't even know where to go."
She didn't look back, but before getting in the car, she stuffed a jar of hot sauce in her hand and said, "If you want to eat, come here."
Later I realized that Miss Song's trap had been laid out long ago, and my most trusted brother had already handed her the knife.
Su Wan, Sister Hong, Tangtang, Xiaoqing—a group of women were more anxious than me, rushing to pull her towards me.
This time, I didn't stop her from buying a ticket.
I stopped her from leaving alone.
