"Ha, ha, Lin Li, what you said... it does, it kind of makes sense, ha..." Du Zhuo replied with difficulty, "Good evening, long live the night."
"Right."
"Yes, yes." Du Zhuo smiled cooperatively, then finally returned to his loyal driver's seat, quickly changed the subject: "Let's go have some late-night snacks first!"
"Sure!"
After driving for a dozen minutes, the car arrived at the destination.
Brother Sun's barbecue shop.
The shop isn't very big, but despite it being half past midnight now, there are people sitting inside and outside, which shows the flavor must be really good.
"Brother Sun!" As Du Zhuo parked the car and walked into the barbecue shop with Lin Li, he greeted the owner who was busy grilling.
Brother Sun is a bald man in his forties or fifties, wearing only a short-sleeved top and an apron while grilling.
Upon hearing him, he looked up, saw Du Zhuo, and smiled, nodding: "Old Du, here for a late-night snack?"
"Yep."
