Against a backdrop of azure sky, white clouds hung serenely while an inexpensive car sped freely on the very empty highway.
Baozi sat in the back seat. She pulled down the cup holder between the seats, placed a cup of strawberry milk panna cotta on it, and held a packet of chips in her hand. She slouched down, admiring the clouds, occasionally reaching for a chip and sending it into her mouth with a satisfying CRUNCH. Then, she would turn her head to sip her milk tea, washing away the dryness of the chips. It felt utterly blissful.
The clouds outside hung close to the car window, draping over the rolling mountaintops, clearly visible with just a turn of the head.
"That cloud looks like a little dog!"
"Clearly, it looks like a horse."
"It looks like a little dog!"
"Doesn't it look like a horse?"
"It looks like a little dog!"
"Alright, it looks like a little dog... So, is there any cloud that looks like Lord Dumpling?"
"None of them do!"
"Why not?"
