"Sis, what are you thinking about?"
"Soup."
"Wow, are you really going to bring some warmth to brother-in-law? It's okay if you can't cook, let Sister Bai He prepare it, and you just deliver it, it's the thought that counts."
"Yeah, no rush."
Zuzi looked up at the sky, it was clear with fluffy clouds drifting leisurely.
She gently peeled a pistachio and brought it to her lips.
The roar on the track was continuous, the competition in full swing.
Bai He's car number 133 might not be the most auspicious, but today her luck was really good, securing a position in the upper middle of the grid in the qualifying race, maintaining a strong pace in the first half of the race.
Ahead, Car 007 driven by God and Car 101 from M Country were neck and neck, fighting for the lead.
