In the rustic confines of a room, a scene of homely disarray, the unmistakable, mouth-watering scent of noodles permeated the air. The dish, served in an earthenware bowl of exquisite design, sat in front of Xu Wen'an. The piping hot meal was untouched, except by a little brushsquirrel. This furry creature nibbled delicately on the noodles, its attention completely engrossed in the culinary delight. Its little bushy tail flicked to and fro, moving in sync with its tiny chomping jaws.
However, the comforting buzz was interrupted abruptly, replaced by an unnerving buzzing noise, akin to the flapping of large insect wings. This strange new sound pricked at Xu's senses, prompting her to lift her gaze from the delicious meal and the adorable creature partaking in it.