The wonton stand only comes out at night.
A small canopy is set up by the roadside, with an old-fashioned glass bulb emitting a dim yellow light.
The cold wind rustles, and Lin Yan quickens her pace.
The weather suddenly turned cold, each breath carrying white fog, and the tip of her nose was frozen red.
Ling Tingfeng noticed Lin Yan was dressed thinly and gallantly took off his fleece-lined coat, offering it to Lin Yan.
Lin Yan rubbed her hands, "You wear it, I'm not cold."
Seeing Lin Yan shivering, Ling Tingfeng took back the coat and draped it over her shoulders from behind.
"Men aren't afraid of the cold."
Lin Yan, feeling somewhat uncomfortable with Ling Tingfeng's gesture, awkwardly smiled, "Thank you."
"Boss, two bowls of wontons, one without seaweed."
They spoke almost in unison and then smiled at each other.
"You don't eat seaweed either?"
Lin Yan nodded, "I'm not used to it."
Ling Tingfeng told the vendor, "Two bowls of wontons, no seaweed in either."
