Qiaoqiao skillfully rode the tricycle, full of enthusiasm and vigor despite not having breakfast.
The tricycle buzzed as it traveled up the mountain. In the cart, Chen Xi, carrying only a backpack, had very complex feelings.
Because the driver, Qiaoqiao, seemed to also...
He hesitated a little. The other party spoke with a childlike tone, yet their logic and actions were quick and mature, making it hard for him to gauge for a moment.
Looking at Chen Chi, he was curiously looking around. At that moment, seeing Chen Xi look over, he grinned, "Bro, I'm hungry."
Just as Chen Xi was about to speak, Qiaoqiao shouted loudly from the front, "We'll eat soon!"
"Master Jiang's cooking on our mountain is super, super, super delicious!"
"I heard this morning they're making stir-fried shredded radish and pork, and braised chicken with potatoes! It's bound to be delicious!"
