Three People, All Happy

"Whoosh..."

Meng Chunqiu pedaled furiously, the cold wind whipping across his face, his chest brimming with heroic passion.

He was a hair's breadth from coming up with a line of verse that would live through the ages.

Yes, just a hair's breadth.

"Looks like we're back."

His younger cousin called out beside him, holding a wooden skewer.

That shattered the fantasy in Meng Chunqiu's head. In it, he had been, by turns, a nationally renowned literary genius, a tragic general, and a member of the Royal Family forced to sacrifice himself when a foreign nation invaded.

The reason he had pedaled so fast was that he had reached the critical moment of saving his country and its people.

Well, he couldn't save them now.

"Are we...?"

Meng Chunqiu checked the time.

The city wall was just over eighteen kilometers around, with plenty of snack shops along the top. Even with the three of them sightseeing and fooling around along the way, they had finished the ride in under two hours.

Highness Cinnabar slowly brought her bicycle to a stop.

Meng Chunqiu got off with regret.

After returning the bicycles, the three of them, thoroughly satisfied with their outing, walked happily down from the city wall and found an authentic local restaurant, where they booked a private room for dinner.

The dishes were light and elegantly prepared.

Meng Chunqiu thought again of the food his roommate made and couldn't help asking the two younger cousins beside him:

"Have you ever had Yuanzhou food?"

"No. Is it good?" asked the younger cousin whose name had not been mentioned.

"It's incredibly good!" Meng Chunqiu replied.

"I went there to film a variety show once and tried a couple of dishes," Highness Cinnabar said. "But I thought they were just okay. Maybe I didn't