Going home for Chinese New Year, I squeezed onto a bus with three energetic young women.

Bai Li gripped the brake with his left hand.

The tires made a friction sound on the asphalt road.

The No. 9 electric vehicle came to a stop.

"Ouch!"

Xie Lingmo was completely unprepared in the back seat.

She leaned forward due to inertia and crashed solidly into Bai Li's back.

"What are you doing?"

Xie Lingmo covered her forehead; her short pink hair was slightly disheveled by the helmet.

Bai Li rubbed his lower back and glanced at her.

"Nothing much, I just saw that this Lao Zhao's Belt Noodles shop by the roadside is quite popular."

He pointed to a noodle shop by the roadside where the range hood was spinning loudly.

Bai Li scrutinized Xie Lingmo's flat coat front, speaking quite earnestly.

"Putting that aside, did you get a metal plate in your body? My back hurts so much from the impact."

Xie Lingmo was stunned for two seconds.

She looked down at herself, then at Bai Li's broad back.

When the car braked just now, she pressed herself against it, completely and without any soft cushioning.

It's completely flawless.

After realizing what had happened, her ears and her snow-white neck turned bright red.

How could the young lady have ever been teased like this?

"You're the one who used a steel plate!" Xie Lingmo exclaimed angrily.

In a fit of anger, she actually took off her helmet.

He opened his mouth and bit Bai Li's shoulder hard.

The little tiger teeth were sunken into the woolen fabric.

Bai Li gasped in pain.

"You were born in the Year of the Dog."

He slapped Xie Lingmo's head away.

"You're the one who's like a dog! Don't you dare call me flat!"

Xie Lingmo jumped off the car angrily and hugged the pink motorcycle helmet to her chest.

The two bickered and teased each other as they walked into the noodle shop.

The shop is very small, with white tiles on all four walls.

Several plastic folding tables were placed crammed together.

In the past, the eldest daughter of the Xie family would not have even stepped into such an environment.

But now.

Xie Lingmo placed the helmet on the plastic stool covered in oil stains and pulled out another stool to sit down.

She rested her elbows on the table and her hands on her cheeks.

Her short pink hair hung down on both sides of her face.

Her clear, bright eyes stared intently at Bai Li, who was sitting opposite her.

A smile he couldn't suppress lingered on his lips.

It was a kind of happiness that I hadn't even noticed before.

Even the pungent smell of chili oil in the air gave her a sense of warmth and familiarity.

"Boss, two bowls of belt noodles!" Bai Li tapped the table and shouted to the kitchen.

"Alright! Two bowls of hot oil!" The boss wiped his hands with the towel draped over his shoulder, his voice booming.

Bai Li picked up the large plastic kettle on the table, poured out boiling water, and rinsed the two large bowls.

He turned his gaze and met Xie Lingmo's stunningly beautiful, silly-smiling face.

"You're so happy?" Bai Li pushed the bowl of hot water in front of her.

Xie Lingmo nodded heavily, without any sense of burden.

"yes."

Her voice was clear and crisp, with a gentle quality typical of girls her age:

"I've imagined this scene for a long time."

She drew circles on the uneven tabletop with her finger.

"I'm not here for the money, nor for the title of Miss Xie."

Xie Lingmo leaned closer, her eyes sparkling as she stared directly at Bai Li.

"It's simply about being together, without any reservations, and enjoying happiness."

This girl has been trapped in depression for years and is about to lose her ability to perceive the vibrant things in the outside world.

Even the smallest act of genuine companionship would be priceless salvation for her.

Seeing her completely revealing her hand, Bai Li pulled out a pair of disposable bamboo chopsticks from the chopstick holder.

He rubbed the wood vigorously with both hands a few times to remove all the splinters before handing it over.

Bai Li spoke in a calm tone, without any deliberately flattering sweet words:

"If we're true friends, we should eat our way through every street and alley."

These words were spoken.

Xie Lingmo's eyes curved into two crescent moons.

In all her life, not even her own father had ever meticulously cleaned the splinters off chopsticks for her.

A system notification panel popped up in Bai Li's field of vision.

[Target Xie Lingmo is deeply moved and feels genuine care; her affection level increases by 5.]

Current Favorability: 25 (Trust is gradually being built)

The steaming hot noodles were served.

It's topped with a layer of bright red chili peppers, with a few green vegetable leaves floating on top, and the hot oil releases a rich garlic aroma.

Xie Lingmo used the chopsticks that Bai Li had rubbed together to pick up a noodle, blew on it twice, and put it in her mouth.

"It's actually quite delicious!"

She gave a vague evaluation, a fine layer of sweat beading on her forehead, as she chewed the noodles with relish.

Bai Li poured some aged vinegar into her bowl.

Just as the two were enjoying their meal...

Two highly penetrating, affected female voices, carrying a hint of deliberate affectation, suddenly rang out in the noodle shop.

"Oh, Sister Mo?"

Bai Li swallowed the food in her mouth and looked up at the sound.

Two Snorlax!

He was about 1.55 meters tall and weighed no less than 155 kilograms, making his cheap, counterfeit designer clothes look like they were about to burst at any moment.

The two girls' faces have an unusually wide horizontal development.

Her facial features were squeezed together by thick fat, and she wore exaggerated heavy makeup with false eyelashes flying high.

When he walks, his whole body jiggles.

What's most striking is that they exude a strong, blindly confident aura.

That arrogant, haughty attitude, always ready to yell "So what?!" at passersby.

Bai Li felt a churning in his stomach.

He forcefully suppressed the urge to take the two girls home.

He repeatedly warned himself that it wasn't time to slaughter the New Year pig yet.

Xie Lingmo took out a tissue and elegantly wiped the red oil from the corner of her mouth.

His demeanor when facing Bai Li vanished without a trace.

What remains is the aloofness and coldness ingrained in one's bones by those who have been in a high position for many years.

Her beautiful eyes swept coldly over the two mounds of flesh, and she raised her eyebrows in annoyance.

"Who are you?" Xie Lingmo's voice was flat, full of impatience.

The two Snorlax stared wide-eyed, their small eyes squeezed into slits by their flesh, their faces filled with disbelief.

One of them slapped his thick legs hard with both hands, making a crisp sound.

"Sister Mo? Are you kidding us?"

"My sister and I are naturally beautiful. We get 100% attention when we walk down the street."

Another quickly chimed in, extending a finger adorned with brightly colored nail polish to smooth her greasy hair.

"Exactly! With such outstanding qualities, how could you not remember our names?"

The two Snorlax spoke in unison, their voices booming so loudly that the uncle eating noodles at the next table stopped picking at his garlic cloves.

"We are Guan Li and Guan Bei!"