The afternoon rain stopped and started again, making the air even more oppressive.
A few people simply moved the dining table into the small courtyard, finding some coolness under the shade of the trees.
The freshly cooked noodles had already been taken out of the pot, and fearing any more mistakes, Jiang Li did not let them add anything to it, not even seasoning. She had boiled it in plain water and served it straightway.
He Yun immediately understood her intentions. After rinsing the noodles in cold water, she added a bit of soy sauce and vinegar.
After a few steps, a barely palatable cold noodle dish was made.
Five people sat like this beneath the wall, staring at each other.
Ten minutes later, Jiang Yan once again brought out the old-model phone the production crew had given him and smacked his lips in dissatisfaction.
"It's already two o'clock, how come those two haven't arrived yet? Are we still eating or not?"