They arrived in the city at half-past nine in the morning. Instead of driving to the photo studio, they drove to Old Yang's house.
Driving around in the city attracts too much attention. The watermelon was carried into the house, then Wei Kaiyun took the second son. Jiang Xinyu held Jiang Tingting while Shang Zhenkun looked after the three older ones, and the family headed to the photo studio.
"Dad, why are there so few people on the street?"
"Everyone must be working, I suppose that's why."
Indeed, there were very few people on the street. But this was normal; there was a group of radicals, and no one wanted trouble.
"Dad, I want to visit the bookstore," Jiang Feifei asked Wei Kaiyun.
"No problem, let's go after taking pictures, and we're going to have lunch at a restaurant."
The older three had memories of the restaurant meals, which were not as tasty as home-cooked food, so it didn't seem novel to them.
