When Ling Hong saw how confident Grandpa Jia was, he recalled that Grandpa Jia was indeed a good rickshaw rider. Thus, he nodded and did not say anything else.
Shortly after, Grandpa Jia finished his fried rice. He raised his head and heaved a long sigh in satisfaction, "Hu—, it is an enjoyment to eat fried rice here."
"Ok, Little Ling, I'm leaving now," Grandpa Jia stood up and took his leave.
"Goodbye, Grandfather Jia," Ling Hong waved his hand and went back to his meal.
Grandpa Jia had arrived very early today. After he was done eating, there was still a long queue outside. All of them were waiting for their turn.
With the Queuing Committee around, nobody cut in line or something like that. Everyone was busy chatting with each other.
"Have you seen the Queuing Committee's website?" asked a tall slender person. The people from the Queuing Committee maintaining order today were a tall slender man and a fatty.
