The moment Gu Jiaojiao spoke, it wasn't just the driver who felt hungry—Mr. Gu and Song Zijie's stomachs started to rumble too.
So they pulled over to the side of the road. Su Shuochi took some food out of his backpack, including a thermos filled with chicken soup.
He took out some bowls, ladled out the soup for everyone, and handed out still-hot meat buns and warm, braised pig's trotters.
Song Zijie took a sip of the chicken soup and asked in surprise, "How is this still hot?"
"It's hot because it stayed in the bag. Hurry up and eat," Su Shuochi urged him.
Song Zijie's attention was captivated by the delicious chicken soup, especially the braised pig's trotters, which were unlike any he had ever tasted.
The Song Family was one of the top two most prominent families in Qing City, yet he had never eaten pig's trotters this good.
His dad had said the Su family's tea was exceptionally rare—you couldn't buy it anywhere in Qing City.
