As they drove on, they passed through a nameless town, and the now open-top van paused briefly before continuing its leisurely crawl along the mountain road.

The van was filled with the scent of breakfast foods. There was soy milk, fried dough sticks, plain rice porridge, oil cakes, steamed buns, white bread, and sorghum bread.[1]

With every bite, the guys would deliberately smack their lips loudly, letting out a satisfied hum of “Mm, delicious.” When they drank, they made a point of releasing an exaggerated sigh as they lowered their cups, making their soymilk sound like fine liquor.

Shen Yixiu crossed her dead iron arms over her chest and stared out the window in annoyance. These people were messing with her on purpose. Their behavior had escalated from initial caution to increasingly brazen. It was undeniably rude, yet somehow she also felt at ease. This was...