"Does the taste suit you?"
The young girl carried the distinctive charm of a seaside fishing village, simple yet endearing, like a sky full of stars—the aroma of the dishes before him was truly captivating, making the already famished Mo Mo swallow hard.
"Thank you." Mo Mo nodded... Although he was very hungry, he didn't dive into the food voraciously but took a few bites first. "The taste is very good, did you make it all yourself?"
The young girl smiled and nodded, somewhat bashful... in the bloom of youth, seventeen or eighteen years old.
She seemed to remember something all of a sudden and quickly added, "Oh, your clothes, I washed them this morning and hung them outside, I'll take them back for you when they dry this afternoon."
"I'm really sorry." Mo Mo said apologetically, "When I arrived yesterday the weather was clearly nice, but shortly after I got off the car it started pouring rain."
