Noodle Shop Owner Treated Me as Sucker; I Closed Her

Coming home from work, I did what I always did and stopped at the roadside stall by the entrance of my community for a bowl of duck-leg noodles. The woman who ran the duck-leg noodle stall had a kind, gentle face, and her situation looked hard enough to pity, so as long as I got off work on time, I basically came by every day to give her my business. On ordinary days, seeing how often I bought from her, she'd even toss in extra noodles now and then. But today I'd been out on fieldwork the whole day, soaked nearly through, wrapped up against the sun until only my eyes showed, with plenty of water spots and mud spatters up my pant legs. I looked like a mess.