After autumn, the southern city finally ushered in a touch of coolness.

The sea breeze blows slowly at night, and the bustling streets are lined with small vendors selling late-night snacks.

Mu's father beckoned to stop, saying that he was hungry and could deal with it casually, so Mu Chengcheng had no choice but to park the car under a crooked-necked tree and take the two old men to find a wonton shop and sit down.

The low table and chairs make the three adults sit like squatting.

The lunch boxes scattered around him were covered with a thick layer of oil.

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