[ALL THE NOODLES... well, luckily Lan Wangji can afford all the noodles, so this is fine. His face softens at the enthusiasm; honestly, his heart aches whenever he sees kids on the street, but especially ones like these. They're too soft for a city like this.]

We know someone with a kitchen. He is a good friend of mine, and he would not mind letting us make some noodles there. [He's trying to go about this carefully; the last thing he wants is for these kids to think they're trying to coax them into yet another kidnapping attempt. It's why he makes no attempt to physically reach out for them, instead patiently letting them decide.] You are welcome to come, if you'd like.