The local customs are quite simple and honest. Hearing that Ling Feng's car broke down in the wilderness and he hasn't had a meal for a long time, the young man quickly said, "Come with me, come to my house to eat!"
"Thank you!"
Ling Feng nodded and followed him.
The curious crowd dispersed around them because a man with a broken car is nothing exciting to see.
Following behind the young man, Ling Feng asked, "How should I address you, sir?"
"My name is Qi Li, and yours?" the young man asked.
Ling Feng smiled, "I am Zha Lan from my family."
Anyway, coming anonymously, he randomly made up a name.
Qi Li nodded, then asked, "Where did your car break down? After eating, I'll drive you there, haul it back!"
"No need, the car is already destroyed; even if hauled back, it can't be repaired. I'm leaving it!" Ling Feng said.
"Alright then!"
