As soon as they drove out, it started to rain outside, and it got heavier. Zhao Yi turned on the wipers.
"Hey, Li, can you check how long this rain will last?"
Li Zhiyuan rolled down the car window, took a look at the Feng Shui weather, and replied:
"It won't last long, it will stop before dawn, and there will be fog in the morning."
Zhao Yi laughed, "That's when Jiujiang is at its most beautiful."
Li Zhiyuan reached into the car compartment, pulled out a bottle of water, looked at the brand, grimaced, and put it back.
"You can't get used to our local pure water?"
"No."
"I think it tastes pretty good, has a bit of our local flavor."
"Does pure water need extra flavor?"
"True."
Zhao Yi stopped the car in front of a small shop that was still open, ran out into the rain, and when he got back in the car, he was holding two cans of Jianlibao.
"Here, the shop didn't have straws, so you'll have to make do."
With a "pop," Zhao Yi opened one and handed it over.
