Chapter 9 of 512 · 10 min read
"Wash your hands first."
The faucet was at the far end of the hallway, a red plastic bucket beneath it, a rag draped over the bucket's rim. When Shen Zhixia came back from washing up, the noodles were already on the table by the window: a thick ceramic bowl, too hot to hold, scallion oil floating across the surface of the broth, an egg nestled in it.
"I only asked for noodles."
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