Xia Ye has almost never eaten street food.
It's not a matter of cleanliness.
It's just a kind of inner order.
And he has no interest in trying.
Everyone says he's a genius.
But only Xia Ye knows deep down.
The world he has planned for himself is very small, and he has no interest in stepping out.
The sour and refreshing taste of cold noodles, the sweet crispness of cucumber burst between his lips and teeth.
It's clearly something quite ordinary, yet it's a flavor he has never tasted before.
Xia Ye suddenly raised his head and glanced at Lu Yinxing.
To him, Lu Yinxing is like a window to the outside world, or perhaps a key.
Without her, Xia Ye would feel his world is even smaller, even more dull and tasteless.
The two of them ate cold noodles by the roadside, then walked a few steps and encountered grilled squid.
Lu Yinxing wasn't full, so she bought a skewer, eating as she walked.
