Chicken Soup Is Nice

Spark! Spark! Gzzzzt!

Electric sparks sounded endlessly, the streetlamps flickering.

Kieran turned a blind eye, tossing the newspaper on the bar counter and going into it, even placing the busy Starbeck behind him.

A Few seconds later, a figure appeared within Kieran's sight.

The figure wore a white nightdress with red floral patterns over it, the hair messy and the face rather pale. Brown eyes glanced over at Kiean before the figure entered the restaurant.

The figure sat down at the chair in front of the bar counter.

"What are you having?" Kieran asked after the woman sat down.

"Chicken soup," 

Her voice was rough, as if she hadn't talked for a long time.

"Roye, a bowl of chicken soup," Kieran said without turning back.

"Okay, brother."

Starbeck took out a bowl from the disinfected cabinet and filled it with soup beside the big pot.

When the lid of the pot opened up, a rich chicken smell flew in the air.