On a winter night, two steaming bowls of noodles were served. Mary Scott took a bite and looked up at the man across from her in surprise.
The noodles were chewy, the broth rich yet not greasy, and there was a hint of sweetness added.
Mary had always thought that the "sweet" in sweet noodles was just a metaphor for harmony between couples. She never imagined that the noodles would genuinely have a sweet flavor. With one bite, all her anxiety, unease, and the chill clinging to her since that morning were gently smoothed away.
At this moment, even the look in her eyes as she gazed at David Locke was warm.
David, who hadn't held high expectations for the symbolic meaning of the noodles, was also pleasantly surprised by the taste after a bite. When his eyes met Mary's delighted expression, he couldn't help but chuckle lightly, "Tastes good?"
Mary's head nodded like a bobblehead doll. She hadn't expected such an unexpected delight from a random noodle shop she had stumbled upon.
