In order to rush for time, the three of them ate and slept in the open. They were tired and hungry.
When they passed by a wonton stall, Liu Jinbao noticed that Song Jinghuan's gaze had lingered on it for a few more seconds. He hurriedly said, "I'm starving. Let's go eat a bowl of wontons before going back."
With that, he led the horse to the wonton stall. "Boss, give me three bowls of wontons."
"Sir, please take a seat. The wontons will be ready soon."
"You've been rushing the entire journey, but now that we're in the town, you're not in a rush anymore?" Song Jinghuan thought.
Song Jinghuan thought that he was just homesick and didn't think too much about it.
Most importantly, she had been eating pancakes for more than a month. She was indeed craving good food.
It was still early, and there were no other customers at the stall. The boss quickly helped them cook three bowls of hot wontons.
