Chen Feng had lunch at a restaurant near East Lake, which had some fame to its name. Eating by himself, a meal ran him over a thousand, and he ordered several local dishes.
Unable to finish it all but not wanting to waste, he directly packed it up, planning to eat it for dinner.
Though he now had money, he still wasn't in the habit of wasting food.
After placing the takeaway in his car, Chen Feng didn't hurry back.
With no one else at home, there would be no point in returning immediately; it was nicer to wander outside.
He scanned a shared bicycle and leisurely cycled along the East Lake embankment, stopping to rest whenever he felt tired, either standing or sitting, taking in the scenery along the way.
As a world-renowned travel city, Xiu Zhou had seen an increased number of tourists over the years, and Chen Feng saw many of them from different parts of the world, with all sorts of skin colors.
