The car emerged from the other end of the alley, and suddenly it was the Xiangjiang River.
Jing Chaoyi stuck her head out a bit, her hair blowing wildly in the river breeze: "Look over there, doesn't it look like a pot lid?" She pointed at the green top of Juzi Island's head.
In the afternoon light, it indeed looked like an overturned green porcelain bowl.
Li Younan squinted and nodded.
Then they headed to the area near Nanmendong vegetable market, where she rolled up the car window a bit: "The flavors here are solid."
She suddenly pointed to a glass cabinet by the roadside: "How about a bowl of shaved jelly?"
As soon as the car came to a stop, she jumped out and shouted to the vendor in the Changsha dialect: "Two servings! Lots of chopped chili!"
When the jelly was served, transparent noodles were mixed with red oil and small pickled radish cubes.
Looking at the contents of the bowl, Li Younan suddenly didn't know what to do.
