The roads were crowded on a weekend morning. Prioritizing safety, Tang Qingying drove slowly as the two of them chatted and laughed, enjoying their time alone.
"By the way, how's your cauliflower planting going? Are they big?"
"Not bad. In a little while, we'll probably start seeing some results," Han Qiwu turned his head to answer. When he saw the familiar neighborhood, he quickly sat up straight and started giving directions: "Turn left here, that'll do. Our area is small, so the cars are parked together. In a while, we'll walk over to my place."
"Got it." Tang Qingying skillfully parked the car. After stepping out, she glanced around the neighborhood, then turned to look at Han Qiwu.
"What are you looking at? You haven't been to neighborhoods like this often, have you?" Han Qiwu opened the trunk, picked up the box of Longjing Tea, and placed it in Tang Qingying's left hand. Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he held her right hand.
