Rookie Fresh Out of the Oven

Like most people in the noodle restaurant, Jiang Baimian only turned to look back at the streetside without leaving her seat.

Before long, the boss—who was in his fifties and reeked of oil and smoke—carried a tray and placed the four large bowls of spicy, oil-drenched noodles in front of Shang Jianyao and the others.

Amidst the intense fragrance that induced the munchies, Jiang Baimian couldn't help but feel tantalized. She casually inquired, "The library caught fire?"

"Yeah." The boss sighed and said, "But I don't see any smoke coming from it. The fire probably isn't big."

Jiang Baimian glanced at Shang Jianyao, who had already picked up the bowl and lowered his head to slurp down his food. She then 'curiously' asked, "Have there been any fires recently, or something?"

She didn't mind that such a question would make her look like a foreigner. Most people in Weed City were foreigners.