The torrential rain hit the streets in the evening. Ke Mohan was soaked by the rain and felt empty in his stomach. He accidentally hid in a small restaurant on the street.
Wen Zhuqing is warm and cheerful, and greets customers who are falling into the rain with a smile to come into the store. He was not too picky and casually ordered an ordinary egg fried rice.
The oil smoke is rising, and the iron pot is stir-frying. In addition to the steaming bowl of fried rice, Wen Zouqing handed him an extra cup of scalding hot water, understanding that he was soaked and letting him warm up.
A simple bowl of egg fried rice was enough to satisfy the hungry and cold boy. Ke Mohan thanked her and left, but the aroma of fireworks and the girl's bright and lively appearance were engraved in his heart.
In the days to come, he always kept two things in mind - the bowl of egg fried rice, and Wen Zhuqing making the fried rice. Going to a small shop again and again in the name of eating, a bowl of human fireworks quietly connected the fate of two people.
Purpose: Use food to heal loneliness, use companionship to melt the coldness
