"What can I get you, sir?" The little boy looked at Noah as if he was his savior and asked with an expectant look on his face; as if realizing something, he knocked himself on the head and read out a list of dishes from his mind with a look that said he was trying hard to remember something. "Mmm… we have curry rice, chicken rice, dog rice, cat stew, bao bun… and… Goddess Ana and… ah, and fried rice. We also serve tea and some mild wine if you would like something to accompany the food."
Noah watched the boy with an amused look on his face as he narrated each dish from start to finish. At the same time, he did something that made people who were looking at him secretly look away and act like he was never there.
"Just some fried rice and something cold to drink." Noah gave his order and watched as the boy walked away, skipping with each step. He walked up to the corner of the shop and rose up on his toes to peek inside a small service window of the kitchen and repeated the order.
