Chicken Mushroom Soup Noodles

"Is he your friend?" Xian Han asked, slightly confused. The driver was a middle-aged man. No matter how he looked at it, the age did not seem to match. However, the middle-aged man seemed too young to be Lin Xiaowan's father.

"No, no, he's my driver. He usually fetches me around when I go out," Lin Xiaowan explained as she followed Xiao Han down a small path.

"I see," Xiao Han said with a nod.

The small path was bustling and noisy, completely different from the quiet Nanhu Road.

After walking a few steps, Lin Xiaowan smelled a distinct and alluring fragrance in the air, which caused her stomach to growl. She gulped and said, "Something smells good…"