C1773 Familiar Taste

They drove into the city. It was nine o'clock in the evening. There were still people getting off work at the bus stop. All of them looked haggard and tired.

"Are you hungry? Why don't we have a meal first? " Jiang Wuchen asked.

At the intersection of the traffic lights, Meng Yovruo slightly lowered her car window. The smell of kebabs coming from a distant stall filled her heart with nostalgia