Chen Hui opened the car door and looked several times at the convoy in the distance ahead.

After confirming that the traffic jam would last for a long time and they would not be able to move for a while, he took Yang Ling to the RV not far ahead.

…

Ho Chi Minh was sitting in a large truck. His cab was very high and he could see far away at a glance.

He knew that the road ahead was blocked, so he was bored and chatted with truck drivers in the WeChat group.

"It's blocked, Zhao Yong, how are you? Are you also blocked?"

"Hey, we're in the same boat. I'm stuck here too. Where are you?

I am only a few hundred meters away from the tunnel entrance now, and something big has happened inside the tunnel.

A large trailer transporting steel overturned, spilling the steel all over the ground. A small car hit it, and I heard some people were trapped. What a disaster!

“Hehehe, I’m far away, but Jiang Yang’s RV is not far in front of me.

Now I can smell the aroma of his fried rice, hiss...!

It smells so good!!!"

As soon as they heard that Jiang Yang was starting to stir-fry rice again, some people in the group immediately became excited.

There were also several truck drivers stuck on the same road section, but they were far away from each other and could only barely guess where the other party was stuck.

They all knew that Hu Zhiming was following Jiang Yang, so they all spoke in the group:

"Old Hu, hurry up, go and take a look."

"Yes, Lao Hu, you go first.

We placed the order in his livestream window. Please pick up the food for us first and we’ll come over.”

"Lao Hu, please help us. We will treat you to a meal next time."

Ho Chi Minh grinned and waited for them to speak.

With a little help, he can get a free midnight snack, which is very delicious.

After closing the car door, he trotted towards the RV.