车一停，林小满头也不抬， bundled in her thin coat, and opened the door with a gust of cold air. The rain outside was like a curtain, and the noise was muffled. The convenience store was not far away, just five minutes' walk from her room, and it was already familiar territory.

The shop was open, and the owner, a middle-aged man named Wang, was busy preparing hot buns. He looked up and smiled when he saw her. "Cold, right? Have some hot buns," he said.

"Thanks," Lin Xiaoman said, her voice a bit muffled by her scarf. She stepped inside and pulled off her coat. The shop was small, warm, and smelled of fried dough. The bell above the door jingled softly as she entered, and Wang gave her a box of hot buns.

"I'll pay for these," Lin Xiaoman said, pulling out her wallet.

"No need, just enjoy them. And some tea?" Wang asked, already preparing a cup.

"Sure," Lin Xiaoman replied, sitting at the small table. She opened the hot bun and took a bite. It was warm and soft, just what she needed on such a rainy day.