A bowl of fish noodle soup, rich and savory with chewy noodles—this was something Charles had never tasted before.
During his days of wandering, his only requirement for food was that it could fill his stomach. Such delicious food almost made him swallow his own tongue.
Anna tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and quietly picked up her chopsticks to eat. The two of them, one big and one small, sat facing each other at the table, looking like siblings.
Charles was clearly ravenous. After just a few bites, most of the noodles in his soup were gone.
Anna reached out and moved her bowl closer, the two bowls knocking together with a crisp sound.
She picked up the noodles from her own bowl and placed them into Charles's.
