Just as Catherine Ford wrapped herself in the thin blanket and was about to fall asleep, Benjamin Jones came back, bringing with him three boxes of instant noodles.
Catherine thought she had seen wrong, rubbed her eyes to make sure that what Benjamin Jones brought was indeed instant noodles, her mouth slightly agape, "Lawyer Jones, what is this?"
She couldn't figure out why someone as refined and proud as Benjamin Jones would actually bring instant noodles, and to eat them at that? For a moment, it dawned on her, oh, this man is also human.
"I inquired a bit, the highway's been closed, it might take another three to four hours to clear it up. Let's make do and eat something first, otherwise it's going to be tough." Benjamin Jones handed her a box and waited until she had it firmly in her hands to say, "It's not hot anymore, eat while it's still warm."
