Jiang Qingqing and Liu Mao each made a decision on the matter.

Soon, they set up their tent in the open space between the car and the highway green belt.

Although the space is crowded, it creates a special atmosphere for men and women who are in love or in an ambiguous relationship.

In the narrow space, the hormones of young people gradually spread.

Four bowls of fried rice were placed in front of them, and twenty grilled sausages, like cakes, were placed in the middle of them.

"Come on, make a wish."

Liu Mao closed his eyes and moved his lips, "Okay, okay, I'll make the promise.

Let’s eat!”

He couldn't wait any longer, so he picked up the fried rice and quickly ate two mouthfuls.

“Wow, yummy, yummy.

The spicy pig intestines are so delicious, I love them.

Hiss...there is also pork belly, which is really tasty!

They are all crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, absolutely amazing! ”

"Eat quickly, why are you still standing there?

Satisfied, satisfied, isn't this delicious fried rice better than spending two or three hundred on a cake? "

His brothers saw Liu Mao eating like a starving ghost, and wondered if it was necessary.

He couldn't help but swear: "Fuck, isn't it just a bowl of fried rice?

Is it necessary to make an expression as if you have eaten delicacies from mountains and seas?

It's like I've wronged you!"

As a girl, Jiang Qingqing pays attention to her image and won't eat in a vulgar manner like Liu Mao.

But at this time, she also got the fried rice and started eating it in small bites.

"Hmm~~~ It's really good. Don't disbelieve me, even delicacies from land and sea may not be as delicious as this fried rice."

“Is this true?!”

My best friend and Liu Mao's brother were surprised and confused. They also picked up the fried rice and took a bite with doubt.