At nine in the evening, driving down from Chunshan, the city at the foot of the mountain resembled the Underwater Dragon Palace, brightly lit amidst the deep darkness of night.
Back at Tianhai Villa, Zhuang Jing had not yet reached home.
Su Qing called the housekeeper to prepare a simple midnight snack.
"Will Mrs. Jing eat it? Midnight snacks aren't good for health," Gu Ran said with a smile.
Eating snacks late at night would cause a substantial secretion of gastric juices, disrupting the normal acid secretion pattern and preventing the stomach from resting, thus easily inducing stomach ailments.
"Barbecue, fried food, hotpot; sometimes they are not just a feast for the body but also nourishment for the soul," Su Qing said.
The midnight snack was a tasty little wonton soup with only eight small wontons, which Gu Ran could gulp down in one go.
