Ming was bored presently. He turned to play some games on his iPhone inherited from Bing.
Really, there was nothing better to do than keep her eyes on the others instead of herself. Not far away, in the nearest corner on the left, she noticed a mother helping a little girl squat on a lidless bucket to piss, while the toilet was just across the waiting room. At the back, beside the toilet, two water heaters were arm in arm. Every now and then, there were passengers using the hot water to fi ll their bottles or make instant noodles. With a curious sidelong glance over her right shoulder, Mei watched a small young man with glasses burying his whole face in a plastic bowl on his laps and eating instant noodles very noisily. Although his eyeglasses were steamed up to a total blur, his appetite seemed not at all bothered. The pickled smell strongly fi lled the air with the saltiness and richness of the saucy oil. When he dumped the trash into the recyclable green bin, Mei wondered, far and away, whether or not he had his eyes closed while chewing the noodles that noisily, and whether he really loved the taste or was just starved.
