Jiang Xi

The others crowded over, still wanting the young man to tell them more about Dawn Tower.

These people were basically all survivors who had just arrived, so of course, the more news they knew, the better.

The young man impatiently waved them away. "Go, go, go! Who has time to shoot the breeze with you? I'm very busy!"

The noodle-stall owner also tapped the pot lightly with his iron spoon at that moment.

"If you're not eating noodles, get lost. Don't occupy the latrine without shitting and delay my business! I pay stall fees, you know. Are you going to make up for my losses?!"

The others left while cursing and grumbling.

The owner scooped up the noodles with a strainer, put them into a bowl, ladled in some noodle broth, casually sprinkled in a handful of salt, and carried it over to Jiang You.

Jiang You placed another Tier 2 crystal core on the table.

The owner swiftly slipped the crystal core into his pocket, then silently returned to his spot.

By then, the young man across from her had already straddled the bench opposite Jiang You and sat down carelessly. Propping his arm on the table, he said with a grin,

"Hello, my name is Jiang Xi. Jiang with the grass radical, and Xi from 'go to Western Heaven'! What about you?"

"Chen Jiang."

"Jiang, like rivers?"

"Jiang, like ginger." Jiang You lifted the bowl and shoveled the noodles into her mouth in big gulps.

The previous bowl of noodles had been very bland, while this bowl was too salty. Every bowl she had eaten here had been seasoned with complete randomness.

Apparently, the owner was very casual too.

A single bowl of noodles had already raised Jiang You's understanding of Dawn Tower to another level.

Noodles. Real