"Indeed, professional recipes are more reliable. Online recipes aren't quite right; I wonder which restaurant's secret recipe this is."
Lin took a folding stool and sat in front of the food truck, savoring the piping hot porridge, enjoying the gentle morning breeze.
His gaze wandered into the distance, where dazzling golden light flickered through dark clouds.
Sparrows lined up on the power lines, chirping incessantly, curiously tilting their heads at the figures below.
"Chirp—"
The sound of tires screeching came from nearby as an empty bus steadily pulled over, with three or four passengers scattered inside.
"Hey!"
Lin Chen was anticipating a familiar face stepping off the bus when suddenly a hand tapped his shoulder, accompanied by a familiar female voice at his ear.
He turned his head to find a pair of clear, light green eyes.
Strands of flowing brown curls draped over her chest, gently fluttering with her movements and the breeze.
"Good morning!"
