"Where are we going now?" Xue Yue asked.
"Are you hungry?"
"Uh... a little." Xue Yue nodded. "There's still half a bag of red bean paste bread at my place. Can we go back and get it? Um... that bread is pretty tasty."
"The fuel cost for one round trip in this vehicle could buy ten bags of red bean paste bread, couldn't it?" Sun Hang said speechlessly. "How much was your bread per bag?"
"I bought bread that the supermarket was clearing out because it was close to expiration... It was only one yuan fifty per bag." Xue Yue said. "It's still edible even if it's a few days past the date..."
"At one yuan fifty per bag, the fuel cost required for the round trip can be converted into enough cash to purchase 14.63 bags of clearance red bean paste bread." The Mainframe, apparently with nothing better to do, immediately calculated the relative value of the bread and the fuel for Sun Hang.
Ordinary cars did not consume nearly this much fuel, but aside from powering its thrusters, a hovercar also had to keep its levitation system running at all times. Its fuel consumption was at least several times higher than that of a wheeled car driving on the ground.
"Stop thinking about that expired bread. I'll take you out for a big meal, then we'll head to the lift platform." Sun Hang said. "Mainframe, arrange a private flight directly to the frontline camp in Baikal City."
However, what Sun Hang had not expected was that he would see two familiar figures on this hovering lift platform.
Zhong Ling was still wearing her pure-black long dress, one with who knew how many skirts layered into it. Its long sleeves concealed both her hands. She looked at Sun