January 11th, Sunday.
On the way to school, Xue Yuantong checked out the small stalls on the dam and said, "Did you smell the fried rice aroma today?"
Jiang Ning definitely smelled it. Within his Divine Sense range, in Yang Fei's rural tourism restaurant, Zhuang Jianhui wasn't obsessed with fishing anymore. Today, he has been learning a craft with the master.
Only learning one skill, egg fried rice.
"I feel like eating egg fried rice." Xue Yuantong said.
Jiang Ning: "How about grilled cold noodles?"
"Want to eat that too."
Jiang Ning continued, "And pickled snow vegetable shredded pork roll?"
"Want that too."
Jiang Ning concluded, "Alright, you just simply want to eat."
Xue Yuantong chuckled, "As expected of my great general."
Facing the splendid sunset, the electric bike moved forward slowly, and the two chatted leisurely.
