Xi Siyan watched the bustling crowd, stuffed Cheng Chen's backpack straight into his own, and carried just one—much more convenient.
Cheng Chen, already very experienced, fished out some change and started buying from the very first stall.
After walking for only a short while, Cheng Chen's hands were already full—an oversized deep‑fried squid in her left hand, a skewer of candied strawberries in her right.
Xi Siyan wasn't much better off: stir‑fried rice cakes in his left hand, a cup of lemonade in his right.
Every time Cheng Chen took a couple of bites of squid, she'd come over to Xi Siyan to ask for a drink.
Later on, Xi Siyan got so used to it that whenever he saw she'd had two bites of something salty, he would immediately raise the lemonade in his hand to her.
And Cheng Chen would also bring whatever she was holding up to Xi Siyan's lips to feed him.
