Duan Hongjun was the fastest eater. After he finished, he even drank all the soup, then leaned back in his chair and sighed contentedly. "Nothing beats a home-cooked meal."
Qiaohui said to Wu Shufen, "Auntie, the food on the road must be terrible. My cousin drank all her noodle soup the day she got back, too."
Wu Shufen nodded. "When you're traveling, you never know when you'll get your next meal, or if it'll be hot or cold. How can that compare to the comfort of a hot meal at home!"
Lin Lan noticed the dark circles under Li Xiangyang's eyes. 'There are no highways yet,' she thought. 'He must have had a rough time driving all the way back from so far away.'
Li Xiangyang and Liu Biao finished their meal, wiped their mouths, and said to Lin Lan and Wu Shufen, "We're heading back for now. We'll be over again tomorrow morning."
Lin Lan looked at him and said, "Don't come over so early. Get some good rest."
