The following morning, Thao drove the friends down town to have a city tour. After a long day of city touring, the group of friends returned to Thao's home just in time for dinner. As they entered the garden of the isolated manor, strong gusts of wind started to blow in their direction just like the day before. Covering the slowly sinking sun in the distant horizon, clouds started to gather in around them.
"This is such strange weather," remarked Shaun pensively. "It was such a bright sunny day this morning, and now it feels like there's going to be a thunderstorm."
"I told you before, this isn't a thunderstorm, it's just normal rain during the rainy season," responded Thao impatiently.
"That's odd," answered Jeffrey. "On my phone, it says that the city is sunny with only 30% chance of rain. How come it's about to rain here."
"That's because Ho Chi Minh city is very large, about the size of London. So, often it rains in certain districts but not others," responded Thao. "Let's hurry inside, it looks like it'll rain anytime."
Thao was right again. The moment they sat down at the dinner table, which was filled with traditional Vietnamese delicacies, rain started to pelter down.
"You guys are in luck," said Thao. "Grandmother has decided to cook today, which is a very rare occasion."
"This is to say sorry for being so rude yesterday," said grandmother Mai. "I lost my mind after some trivial misunderstanding and couldn't keep my prejudices to myself. Don't be shy! Eat as much as you can! There's plenty of food."
"Wow! This looks so delicious," admired Jeffrey.
"There's nothing better than grandma's homemade dishes," said Blythe as she observed the old lady's expression. Even Tiffany dared not complain this time.