While Ye Changwen and Jun Ye continued their conversation, Yao Ye and his wife were watching street vendors fry local pastries by the roadside.
The aroma of the spicy local specialties made Yao Ye drool. The last time he came with his wife, they hadn't visited such a bustling night market. It felt like the small town countryside was more lively at night than the big cities.
The people moving back and forth on the road were mostly walking, riding bicycles, or motorcycles, weaving through the crowd. Street vendors occupied a large area of the road, with their shouts rising and falling. Needless to say, the things sold here were much cheaper than in the city. Plus, the city management barely intervened here.
"I used to set up a stall there with my grandma." Shen Jiayin recalled her childhood memories and pointed to a certain spot, telling her husband, "Now it's all turned into shops. Back then, there was nothing, just an open space."
