The weather was so cold that after He Jinxuan settled everyone in, he went out by himself.
Not long after, he returned with a steaming bowl of noodles: "Xinyan, quickly, have something warm."
Xinyan had originally thought of having some snacks from her bag: "Where did this come from?"
He Jinxuan handed the bowl to her with a smile: "I found the kitchen chef in the inn's backyard."
A warm feeling surged into Xinyan's heart: "Did they give you a hard time?"
He Jinxuan raised his hand to gently rub the top of Xinyan's head: "No, the kitchen chef is nice. I didn't make him busy for nothing; I gave him a pack of cigarettes."
Xinyan looked up at him: "What about yours?"
Only then did He Jinxuan remember: "Mine's still in the backyard kitchen. I'll go get it now. You go ahead and eat; don't wait for me."
Xinyan watched him leave: "Hurry up, I'm waiting for you, so we can eat together."
