Next day.
9 a.m.
Food street.
At the storefront, Zhao Heng stood at the entrance, examining the place.
It was evident that this shop used to serve noodles, as the sign "Taste of Ramen" was still hanging.
Looking at the words "For Transfer or Rent" on the shutter door, Zhao Heng thought this spot was quite nice, located in the center of the street where foot traffic is the heaviest, unlike the ends of the street.
Usually, people who visit food streets don't start eating the moment they arrive; they tend to browse around, look, and choose what to eat.
In the past, noodle shops like Zhao's father's didn't have much market on a food street because people weren't there for staples; they wanted to try small bites of different snacks.
But with the current economic situation, as it declines day by day, folks don't have much money to spend. Many just browse around, buy a drink, and have a bowl of noodles to fill their stomachs.
"Xiao Heng, what do you think of this place?"
