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Under the scorching sun, a slightly battered bus sped along a bumpy dirt road in the wilderness, its exhaust sending clouds of dust flying everywhere. From a distance, it looked like a fire-breathing dragon.
Not long afterward, the bus stopped in front of several one-story houses by the roadside.
The houses were nothing special, built from little more than some bricks. A large cardboard sign stood by the entrance, with the words "Restaurant" written on it in thick black marker.
Besides that, seven or eight greasy tables and long benches had been set up in the open area in front of the building.
"It's mealtime. Time to eat. Everyone off the bus for lunch."
"Get off and eat. After you're done, bring your meal ticket to get back on."
As soon as the bus stopped, the driver and the fat female conductor began loudly herding the passengers off.
Most of the passengers hesitated for a moment before getting up and leaving the bus. The remaining few had no choice but to get off under the glare of the burly driver with a face full of flesh.
Only two people remained in the very last row, one on the left and one on the right.
Judging by their clothes, the two were a man and a woman. Although one sat by the left window and the other by the right window, they had one thing in common: both had pulled black baseball caps low over their faces and looked as though they were sleeping soundly, with no intention of getting up.
The driver strode over and forcefully rapped on the back of their seats. "Hey, you two, get off the bus. It's time to eat."
Su Qiao took off her cap, yawned unhurriedly, and glanced at him indifferently. "I'm not