"Handsome, your fried noodles are ready, that'll be ten bucks."
The vendor flipped the pan, tossing the noodles back into the box, as the hazy smoke rose leisurely in the neon-lit night sky, drifting past the colorful paper windmills and neon signs hanging at the top of the street.
"Thank you."
He Ao snapped out of his daze, dispelled the pages of books that had appeared in his mind, smiled as he scanned to pay, showed the payment code to the boss, and then reached out to take the fried noodles.
The Bluetooth speaker beside him announced in a synthesized voice, "Payment received, ten yuan."
"Got it, come again, handsome, the chopsticks are over there,"
The vendor pointed to a plastic bag full of disposable chopsticks, slightly tinged with rising smoke oil, long since giving the plastic bag a hazy tint.
"Okay."
He Ao pulled out a pair of disposable chopsticks, once again looking at the text within his field of view.
[He Ao]
[Authority Level: Advanced Player]
