At five-thirty in the afternoon.
The outline of Chunming was faintly visible ahead. The sun hung crookedly in the sky, its rays still scorching.
The highway had noticeably widened, and the traffic had increased.
Zhou Li was in the far-right lane, which flowed more smoothly than the far-left. Looking ahead, he said, "Let's all squeeze into my place tonight. I'll take you to try the cross-bridge rice noodles at the restaurant downstairs... There don't seem to be any hotels around my apartment."
Brother Nan, still with a lychee pit in her mouth, added, "That rice noodle place is very traditional. Once you leave here, it's hard to find another one like it anywhere else."
"I've been wanting to try Caiyun's cross-bridge rice noodles for ages!" Zhu Shuang exclaimed.
"After that, I'll take you all to Jinbi Square tomorrow to get fleeced a bit!" Brother Nan announced grandly.
"What do you mean, 'get fleeced a bit'?" Zhu Shuang asked.
