"Okay," Zhi Foliu chuckled lightly, "Is it Swallow Return Farmhouse?"
"Yes, yes," Ye Xingli nodded repeatedly, "That's the one."
"Let's go," Zhi Foliu's lips curved slightly, her smile gentle and elegant, "I've been there before, it's very beautiful."
"Right?" Ye Xingli smiled even more brightly, "My sister and I have been there before, the fish stew in a large pot is especially delicious there."
"Yes," Zhi Foliu's voice was soft, "I like the coarse grain cakes stuck to the sides of the pot."
"I don't like them," Ye Xingli said, "I'll give all the coarse grain cakes to you."
After saying that, he realized something was wrong and turned to Ye Xingbei, "Beibei doesn't like them either, right, Beibei?"
Ye Xingbei glared at him, "Just focus on driving!"
Zhi Foliu sat in the front passenger seat, while she sat in the backseat.
Ye Xingli was actually driving the car and turned back to talk to her.
