After sending them off, Jiang Xinyu returned to the room and took out lots of food from her space. She also gathered some packed luggage.
Feeling it was still not enough, she took out a bag of rice and plenty of seafood. Of course, there was also a bicycle.
Old Yang arrived at seven thirty. Seeing the room full of things, he didn't ask any questions. He filled up the car and drove away.
"Xiao Jiang, have you eaten?"
"I have, luckily you brought pancakes yesterday. We went for breakfast just after six, but the place wasn't open at all."
"Hahaha, here the earliest is eight, we only have two meals a day. You'll get used to it."
"Will we catch up with them?"
"I'm taking a different route, don't worry. We'll get to the village in an hour and a half."
"Finally, I'm too excited. I can finally see the two kids."
"They're all doing well, don't worry."
