Su Yang and Lü Donglin passed through the alley, originally expecting to encounter an assassin's ambush.
However, throughout the way, they didn't encounter any trouble, wasting their heightened nerves.
Upon exiting the alley, Su Yang immediately smelled the aroma of grilled lamb skewers. Looking more closely, not far away by the roadside, there was a night market stall, where the owner was busily grilling skewers. At the stall, three tables of customers were sitting, drinking beer and eating lamb skewers, boasting loudly and enjoying themselves.
Su Yang chuckled, "Brother Lü, shall I treat you?"
Lü Donglin glanced at the roadside stall and laughed, "Sure!"
"Can you handle eating at a place like this?" Su Yang said with a grin. When Lü Donglin went out, he liked to make a big scene and would even redecorate the restaurant when they went out to eat during their Qinghe Academy days. Could someone like him really eat at a street stall?
