“I’ll drive since it’s really hard to find.” He switched places with me quietly. Based on my memory, I then drove past a night bazaar and two alleyways before arriving at the shop. This place served authentic claypot broth, so I parked the car outside and beckoned Eric in. It wasn’t a big place, but it was still as clean as I remembered.
The owner welcomed us with a smile. “What would you like, dear customers?”
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