Yang Xiao, feeling bored, sat by a small table chatting with Bing'er. Bing'er's grandpa also sat nearby, casually joining in their idle conversation.
The business at the sweet soup stall wasn't great. In one evening, they only had a dozen customers, barely earning about a hundred Crystal Coins, just enough to feed the grandfather and granddaughter duo.
Around eleven at night, the noisy slums gradually fell silent as everyone, having worked all day, prepared to sleep with plans to wake up early for work the next day.
The pedestrians on the street became few and far between.
Bing'er and her grandfather packed up the street stall's tables and chairs and left together with Yang Xiao.
The place they lived wasn't far, about a five or six minute walk.
Within a low shantytown, they navigated labyrinthine alleys, taking several twists and turns before Bing'er stopped in front of a dilapidated wooden house.
"Uncle, we've arrived. This is my home."
