Zhang Guoqing drove fast, almost reaching the textile factory, and looked ahead. Well, they were still walking slowly in front. Are they planning to eat by the end of the year?
Zhang Guoqing slowly decreased his speed, drove to the back, and shouted, "Mom, Aunt Cheng, we've invited Aunt Zuo over. You guys get in the car quickly."
The car stopped beside them, and Lin Lishan and Cheng Hongli got in directly.
"Oh, Aunt Cheng, don't just laugh. Where are we planning to eat? I haven't heard anything about it. Uncle Dashan isn't taking us to the provincial city, is he? This is the road to the provincial city."
Cheng Hongli finally stopped laughing, but was teased into laughing again, "You drive forward, I'll guide you. It's not far, just take the small road ahead."
"It's like a master hiding in the shadows, is it a descendant of some Imperial Chef?"
