She walked slowly, stepping on the diamond-shaped tiles on the ground and counting them one by one.

"One, two, three, four..."

As I kept counting, I became confused. I smiled confusedly and stopped counting.

The sky was dark and the night had already fallen. At this point in the evening, there were many people and many vehicles on the road, coming and going.

Arriving at the gate of the community, Ye Jiaqi hailed a taxi.

"Madam, where are you going?" the driver asked.

Ye Jiaqi grabbed her bag and was stunned. She hadn't decided where to go yet.

"Madam, where are you going?" The driver thought she didn't hear, so he raised his voice and asked again.

"Let's go to the mall in the city center, MC Plaza."

"good."

The car started and Ye Jiaqi closed the window.

It was warm inside the car, but a little stuffy. She didn't know if it was because it was too stuffy, but her breathing was not smooth.

Ye Jiaqi didn't want to buy anything, he just wanted to go out for a walk. Staying at home for a long time would make him bored.

Ye Jiaqi sat in the passenger seat, holding his head and closing his eyes in a daze.

The driver turned on the radio, and the beautiful host's voice was very nice.

The radio station first played local news in Chicago for a while, and then began to play emotional interviews. It felt like a domestic midnight radio station.

Inside, an American woman in her thirties told the host angrily: "I really can't stand this kind of marriage. My husband never cares about me or my children. He hasn't been home for a month, even if he comes back."

At home, we would also quarrel, and he had no feelings for the children."

Ye Jiaqi listened and smiled lightly.

Ye Jiaqi never thought that feelings do not respect national boundaries.

American women are not as carefree and uninhibited as she imagined.

The driver was a native American man. He said dissatisfiedly: "Women are so narrow-minded. Can men and women be the same? What man talks about women and children every day? Such men are more useless. Men have a great career."

Ye Jiaqi smiled again.

On the radio, the cursing voices of American women did not stop, filling the entire space in the car.

About half an hour's drive from the city center, Ye Jiaqi made another call to Josnian.

"Are you done? Have you eaten?"

"We are still at the construction site. There are many things going on here, so you don't have to worry."

"Oh, where are you going to eat?"

"There is a canteen here."

"Canteen? You are such a picky eater, can you get used to it?"

"If there's anything I'm not used to eating, it's not something I develop slowly. I'm not that picky."

"Oh." Ye Jiaqi suddenly didn't know what to say, "Then I'll go eat first."

"Um."

Habits are formed slowly, and no matter what the habit is, there is nothing that time cannot change.

Ye Jiaqi looked out the window at the bustling street, silent.

The car soon reached the city center.

It's much more lively here, and Ye Jiaqi likes this kind of liveliness very much, it's completely different from home.

She found a Japanese ramen restaurant, ordered a tonkotsu ramen, and sat by the window to eat while looking at the street scene outside.

The waitress at the noodle shop walked up to her and took out a small ceramic toy from her pocket: "This is a gift for children, please keep it."

"Children?" Ye Jiaqi looked around and saw that there were no children around him.
Chapter completed!