At the end of August, in a small town in the south of China, spring seemed to have been left behind. On both sides of the limestone street, flowers of all colors competed with each other, and the street was filled with the cries of peddlers.
It was the time to eat mushrooms, and the entire street was filled with the fragrance of mushrooms.
"Why did you come with me?" Tang Yin picked the rice noodles in her bowl and looked at Fu Li in front of her. "Aren't you busy?"
"After you left five years ago, I rarely take on filming anymore." Fu Li took out the quail egg from his bowl and placed it in Tang Yin's bowl. "Here, you like this."
