"Is this the night market?"
Xiao Jin nodded and held Su Ying's hand as they walked down the street.
Two yellow lanterns hung in front of all the stalls. The illumination enveloped the entire street in a warm glow.
"Mm-hmm. In the past, I would always sneak out of the palace to eat a particular food here. I still remember the taste even now."
Xiao Jin led Su Ying across a small stone bridge and arrived in front of a white-haired old man.
Before she had even gotten close, Su Ying caught a whiff of the fragrance of deep frying oil, which instantly aroused her craving.
"Mister, are there any more taro balls?" Xiao Jin looked at the golden fried taro balls in the pan, and a look of longing showed up in his eyes.
"Yes, five copper coins for a stick. How many do you want?" The old man might be old and his movements were not very agile, but his hands were exceptionally steady when he flipped the taro balls in the pan.
