The sun set in the west, finally taking the day's scorching heat with it. A gentle breeze swept through, bringing with it a refreshing coolness.
Wisps of smoke curled up from the chimneys in the compound as the aroma of dinner began to fill the air from many of the homes.
But the scent of the Su family's cold skin noodles overpowered the usual smell of cooking. Everyone stared at the thin, translucent noodles.
They were soft as silk, yet perfectly chewy, and the aroma was absolutely intoxicating.
The delicious taste was like the gummy candies children loved, and paired with the fresh vegetables, it left an unforgettable aftertaste.
Su's mother was busy mixing the seasonings, Second Brother Gu was in charge of tossing the noodles, and Mr. Su was responsible for washing the bowls.
Gu Jiaojiao's clear, bright voice called for everyone to form a line. Su Shuochi sat with a cardboard box on his lap, in charge of taking money and making change.
