Early the next morning.
After a night's rest, everyone felt much better.
Le Zhao held his waist and twisted slightly, looking at the bustling people of Bright Moon City with a smile: "I haven't been to Bright Moon City for several years. Surprisingly, it's getting more and more lively."
"I haven't been here for a long time either," Xuan Ying said, "I wonder if that porridge shop selling pigeon porridge is still around."
Shen Qinglan chuckled, thinking how foodies are different, remembering where the good food is no matter where they go.
"I still remember the way. How about we go find it?" Xuan Ying suggested.
Duan Yunfei glanced at Shen Qinglan and asked quietly, "Do you want porridge?"
Shen Qinglan nodded, "I'm fine with anything."
"Then let's go have porridge," Duan Yunfei said, looking at Xuan Ying: "You lead the way."
"Sure!" Xuan Ying replied joyfully, getting onto the carriage, directing Xuan Ming.
