“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?”
“What do you prefer? Crab or prawn broth?” I asked Eric.
“I’ll have whatever you have.”
“Okay, so crab broth it is, then,” I told the owner, and he went to prepare my order.
Eric looked around and frowned at me. “This place isn’t easy to find. You really love to eat.”