Jiang Yao only found out about Lu Xingzhi's travel plans the night before their journey. He had jotted them down in his workbook and used a few sheets.
The specifics included when they would get up the next morning to go to the airport, when they would arrive at the destination, how long it would take them to get to the hotel, and so on.
The more Jiang Yao observed, the more she became convinced that something was wrong.
"Xingzhi." Jiang Yao yanked at the person examining her luggage and puzzledly said, "Why does it take two and a half hours to drive to eat noodles?"
"The noodles at that restaurant are authentic."
Lu Xingzhi relocked Jiang Yao's suitcase after double-checking that she had everything she needed. He grasped Jiang Yao's hand in his and pointed to two sites in the book. "The noodles at that restaurant taste like nothing else, and the mutton soup there is exquisite. It would be a shame if we didn't go there."