Jianyuan Avenue.
The road was flanked by dense rows of tall trees and bamboo groves.
Behind the bamboo, there were countless small diners.
Company employees who didn't wish to eat in the canteen wandered this street, like foraging antelopes, putting efforts into fattening themselves up.
Jiang Yuan and his group found a noodle shop and each ordered a bowl of noodles with three times the usual amount of braised beef, before sitting on the second floor, wearily enjoying the view outside the window.
The lush bamboo, roughly one and a half stories tall, formed a beautiful canopy of greenery, allowing speckles of sunlight to filter through.
The long tables in the little diner were oily and shiny but still reasonably clean, and the bowls for the noodles were quite characteristic—huge enough to fit a head inside, though tapering from wide at the top to narrow at the bottom, the actual serving size remained the same.