On the outskirts of the road.
The evening breeze blew gently, bringing the fresh scent of the fields mixed with the fragrance of soil and the faint aroma of flowers in the distance, as the electric bike's wheels rubbed quietly against the ground with a soft rustle.
"What did you say?"
The Little Landlady drove the bike, the whirring of the wind in her ears made it hard to hear Lin Chuan's voice clearly.
Lin Chuan raised his voice a bit and repeated, "I said, Aunt Liu gives me a very familiar feeling, with a strong suggestive and hinting quality in her words."
"Suggestive?"
The Little Landlady braked abruptly, and the little electric bike came to a sudden stop, leaning against the curb at the side of the road.
Because of the inertia from braking, Lin Chuan tightened his grip on the Little Landlady's hand: "Little Landlady, do your ears only pick up on keywords or what?"