Zhong Lan took the earliest flight, arriving in Jiangzhou before noon.
The feeling of being home was wonderful—it seemed to sweep away her exhaustion entirely. Pulling her face deep into her mask and scarf, she made her way to Kaixin Restaurant.
At the front desk, Yang Cuifang was tallying the accounts, a look of immense happiness on her face. Zhong Jianjun was nowhere to be seen in the dining area; he was likely in the back, working the wok with gusto.
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