Small Wontons
"Wanna go eat some small wontons?"
"Huh?" Han Chen didn't catch on immediately.
"I'm not in a good mood, and I feel like having some small wontons," Zhou Mo explained.
"Which place do you want to go to? The one near Second Middle School or the one on Xiao Le Street?" Han Chen asked.
For a moment, Zhou Mo seemed lost in thought. "You still remember?"
Han Chen seemed a bit uneasy. "Which one do you prefer?"
"The one across from Second Middle School."
Han Chen adjusted the steering wheel, changing lanes.
Second Middle School was both Han Chen and Zhou Mo's high school alma mater, and it was quite close to Yuanshang Residence. From Zhou Mo's home, it would take just over ten minutes to walk there.