Ning Meng turned her head and saw a young girl wearing a blue and white school uniform. She looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, carrying a backpack and standing right in front of the stall.
The girl wore her hair in a clean, neat ponytail with a few wisps of hair framing her forehead. Her eyes were bright and sparkling, and at this moment, they were fixed unblinkingly on the pot of freshly simmered sauce in front of the auntie, as well as the grilled cold noodle dish Ning Meng had just finished preparing.
The girl’s nostrils flared slightly; she was clearly captivated by the aroma.
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