Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 477 Isn't a bowl of steaming hot rice noodles a kind of happiness?

The school bell ringing at around 3 p.m. was like heavenly music.

Ye Fan practically had to prop himself up on the table to get up from his seat, feeling a ache in every bone of his body.

These three consecutive public lectures were even more mentally taxing than playing several high-intensity ball games in a row, leaving him feeling utterly exhausted and like each day was an eternity.

As the noise subsided in the lecture hall, Ye Fan waved to Li Yifeng and Shi Kai:

"Old Li, Shi Tou, you two go back first. Take the textbooks back for me. I'm going to the shopping street."

Just as Li Yifeng was about to say, "Are you sure your leg's okay? We'll go with you," Ye Fan, as if reading his mind, lazily added before he could:

"Don't worry, I've summoned the ancestral spirits, it won't get lost."

A knowing smile instantly appeared on Li Yifeng's face. He immediately understood and said "Oh~~", and even winked mischievously at Ye Fan.

Without saying a word, he grabbed Ye Fan and his own books, pulled along the still clueless Shi Kai, and chuckled as they joined the flow of students leaving get out of class.

Ye Fan finally let out a long sigh of relief, stood still, and stretched vigorously, his bones cracking as he yawned.

He turned his head and looked at Xian Zuling, who was quietly packing her schoolbag: "Come with me to the commercial street."

Xian Zuling looked up at the sound, without any questions, and simply nodded obediently, quickening her movements to neatly stuff the book into her backpack.

That sense of entitlement made it seem as if she should follow Ye Fan wherever he went.

I was away on business for a while and definitely neglected this girl...

Looking at her meek and submissive demeanor, Ye Fan felt a fleeting sense of apology.

Perfect timing, I have some free time today, I'll take her to satisfy her craving.

He immediately recalled the last time he took her to eat Hunan rice noodles, and how she ate heartily with her eyes shining – that was the hometown memory she missed most, filled with the strong flavor of Hunan.

Su Luming, who was packing his things, overheard Ye Fan's words and immediately came over like a curious little sparrow, his beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed:

"Hey, class monitor! Your leg isn't fully healed yet, why are you running around the shopping street? Wouldn't it be better to go back to the dorm and rest and recover?"

His tone revealed undisguised concern and incomprehension.

Ye Fan simply gave her a slightly tired but still nonchalant smile, offered no explanation, picked up his cane, and turned to move out of the teaching building.

His silhouette seemed to say, "My mind is made up."

Su Luming pouted at his retreating figure, muttering under her breath, "So mysterious..."

However, she wasn't too fixated on it; after all, she'd catch up eventually...

She thought confidently to herself, then turned and left in another direction.

Meanwhile, the ancestral spirit, like a quiet little fish, had silently followed Ye Fan's footsteps.

She didn't have Su Luming's strong curiosity and desire to express herself. She just held her backpack and focused her gaze on Ye Fan's injured leg, which needed support, ready to let him hold her shoulder at any time.

This silent and reliable following gave Ye Fan a strange sense of ease and peace of mind.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast long shadows of the two as they slowly moved side by side toward the bustling commercial street.

......

After weaving through the slightly noisy crowds of shops, Ye Fan finally stopped in front of a small shop with a sign that read "Xiaoxiang Rice Noodles".

The familiar and intense aroma of chili peppers mixed with the fragrance of bone broth immediately filled my nostrils.

Xian Zuling looked up at the signboard with a somewhat blank expression, then at Ye Fan. A sudden, unbelievable light flashed in her eyes, which always held a hint of timidity.

He actually brought her here on purpose!

A warm current instantly surged into my heart, washing away all the fatigue of the day and the awkwardness of the classroom.

The shop is still small but clean, with faded Hunan landscape paintings on the walls.

The two sat down at a small square table against the wall.

Ye Fan, familiar with the place, ordered two bowls of the signature beef rice noodles, and specifically instructed the owner: "Add extra pickled cowpeas, chopped chili peppers, and those crispy fried soybeans!"

It was all the same little ingredient that made the ancestral spirits' eyes light up last time.

Before long, two bowls of steaming hot rice noodles, glistening with red oil, were served.

A strong sense of hometown atmosphere washed over me. The ancestral spirit seemed to be instantly infused with vitality, and the whole person seemed to change.

The lingering shyness she felt when facing Ye Fan in the classroom completely vanished, replaced by a pure, childlike joy.

Her eyes shone brightly, as if filled with tiny starlight. She eagerly picked up her chopsticks and almost reverently scooped up a mouthful of rice noodles coated in bright red broth, slurping it up with satisfaction.

Ye Fan's appetite was also whetted by the aroma and spiciness. After just a few bites, the intense spiciness made him sweat and hiss as he gasped for breath.

However, occasionally tasting the rich and flavorful Hunan cuisine is a novel experience for his taste buds, with a unique flavor.

As he ate, his gaze involuntarily fell on the girl across from him, who was immersed in the bliss of the food. His thoughts drifted away, pondering some unresolved matters.

Xian Zuling was completely immersed in this delicious bowl of food that soothed his homesickness, carefree and content.

For her, Ye Fan's simple act of treating her to a bowl of her beloved hometown rice noodles was enough to make her happy all day long.

Soon, the large, rough porcelain bowl in front of her was emptied, and she carefully scraped off the few drops of red oil clinging to the bowl with her chopsticks.

She stuck out her tongue and gently licked her oily lips, looking just like a satiated and greedy kitten.

Ye Fan took in her subtle movements, and a silent smile crept onto his lips.

Without asking any questions, he simply raised his hand and called to the owner, "Boss, another bowl, please!"

When the second bowl of rice noodles was served, Xian Zuling ate noticeably slower.

She no longer swallowed it hastily, but savored it slowly, taking small sips.

Occasionally, pick up a crispy fried soybean, chew it slowly between your teeth, making a soft "crunch" sound; or carefully roll up a strand of slippery rice noodles with chopsticks, gently blow away the heat, and then put it in your mouth, closing your eyes to feel the sour, spicy, and savory flavor spreading on your tongue.

She ate that bowl of noodles for almost twenty minutes, as if she were performing a solemn ceremony.

Ye Fan had already finished eating, but he didn't urge him at all.

He simply sat quietly, his elbows resting on the gleaming table, his gaze gently fixed on the focused and content profile of Xian Zuling.

The shop was bustling with activity, and steam rose from the stoves. She was immersed in her own little world of food, and the simple, pure joy she was experiencing made Ye Fan somewhat lost in thought.

A thought quietly slipped through my mind: ignorance is bliss... Here, "ignorance" does not mean foolishness, but rather the purity of not having to worry about the complexities of the world.

Is it not a kind of happiness to be able to be as content as she is with a bowl of hot rice noodles?