That is a scene sealed in memory, somewhat distant now.
Skyscrapers, bustling streets...
The noisy images, like reflections in water, flowers in mirrors, as dream-like and illusory.
Safer by far than this world.
Li Che slightly lowered his eyelids.
Inside the restaurant, the owner came out holding a bowl of noodles.
"I just made a simple bowl of noodles, make do with it."
The owner in white placed the noodles in front of Li Che.
The broth was clear, the noodles like dragon whiskers, a perfectly fried fragrant sunny-side-up egg, garnished with green onions like bits of jade.
Looking at it made one's mouth water, the rising steam fixing Li Che's gaze in place.
The white-clothed owner took off his apron and sat opposite Li Che.
Watching the pleasantly satiated Li Che.
A faint, almost imperceptible, smile touched his lips.
