Every time someone carried a bowl of instant noodles past him, he'd sniff and stare, watching them go.
Seeing this, Chen Xi felt a pang of sadness, and so she took him to buy a cup of instant noodles for himself.
"Let me show you. First, pinch here and tear open the lid—gently, don't tear it off completely—inside there are a few packets, take them out, tear them open... Yes! Pour them in... Yes, then use hot water..."
Her voice was detailed, and beside her, Chen Chi's eyes were wide open, clumsily following along, attracting a few curious glances from passing people.
But Chen Xi and Chen Chi were used to such stares, and now, while holding the bowl of instant noodles like a treasure, he eagerly asked:
"You just cover it and that's it? Smells so good!"
"You have to wait a while."
"How long?"
"A hundred..." Chen Xi wanted to tell Chen Chi to count to one hundred, but remembering that he hadn't learned numbers beyond ten, she sighed:
