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Shu Xin felt strange. She looked at him with suspicion. Did Yin San have a masochistic system? There was a chef specializing in cooking at home, so he wouldn't go eat it. Why would he come so far to eat this kind of noodles?

It was ten o'clock. It was already dark outside. There were no stars and no moon on a winter night. There were only gusts of bone-piercing cold wind