「Saint Paul Island.」
Feng Mountain and his group were supposed to go straight to the log cabin, but halfway there, Su Ziweng started clamoring to try the island's local specialties. So, they changed course and headed for Lady Margaret's inn instead.
The energetic young man had no choice but to turn the Pickup Truck around. He dropped the four of them off safely in front of the inn and watched as Feng Mountain stepped out.
"Mr. Feng, should I wait for you here?"
Feng Mountain turned, a smile spreading across his face. "Pal, if I don't have to pay for the ride, then I'd be delighted."
"Goodbye, have a great day!" The energetic young man didn't hesitate to slam on the gas, and the Pickup Truck shot off toward the airport like an arrow loosed from a bow.
It kicked up a cloud of dust, then quickly vanished down the road.
Feng Mountain shook his head with a chuckle. A familiar warmth washed over him as he looked at the inn before him.
"Lady Margaret's cooking is incredible."
