From the closest possible distance, Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong looked into each other's eyes, seeing themselves reflected in them.
All was quiet, with not a single noise.
After some time, the two finally parted.
"I'm a little hungry," Xu Yourong said very seriously to him.
Chen Changsheng's voice was somewhat shaky as he asked, "What do you want to eat?"
The White Crane once more soared through the sky, breaking through the clouds and landing in the small village near the Tong River.
Xu Yourong brought him to a very unremarkable residence, where she was ecstatically welcomed by a middle-aged woman.
Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong had a craving for the beef ribs of Fortune Peace Road.
The middle-aged woman replied, "I certainly don't know how to cook the food northerners eat, but I just got my hands on three fish today, so why don't I make you two a pot of Fish with Tofu?"
