"Thanks."
Xu Yun went over to Old Lin, and they squatted side-by-side, brushing their teeth.
Watching Anar Guli prepare breakfast, he sighed, "Old Lin, you really need a woman on a road trip like this."
'Thank goodness there isn't one,' Old Lin thought with a sigh of his own.
Otherwise, how would he have survived this entire trip?
They had originally bought some local specialty foods, and soon, under Anar Guli's skillful hands, a rather unique Xinjiang-style breakfast was ready.
Xu Yun, Lin Wanzhou, and Anar Guli sat around eating together.
Old Lin had developed the habit of eating quickly in the army. He polished off his food in just a few bites, said a quick goodbye, and went back to the car to sleep.
He had no desire to be a third wheel.
After Lin Wanzhou left, the two of them were left alone at the table. They looked at each other, and the atmosphere inexplicably turned ambiguous.
"This is the best breakfast I've ever had in the wild."
