With Fu Changqing as a burden along the way, Lingjun and Zhengze drove as slowly as a tortoise in order not to expose their miracles.

" Junjun , I'm hungry. Can we have a bowl of noodles here?" Fu Changqing pointed to a noodle stall on the roadside and shouted that he wanted to eat.

Along the way, this guy had to eat something every hour . It was either noodles or pastries, meals or cakes. He had to eat something hot just out of the oven. He definitely didn’t want dry ...