Chu Qingzhi finished displaying everyone's goods and decided to inspect the stalls. As a responsible organizer, it was essential to ensure everything was running smoothly.
Accompanied by Fan Yuru and Rong Shiyu, she headed towards the lakeside.
The clinic had enough staff, so Fan Yuru and Rong Shiyu, wanting to slack off a bit and spend time with Chu Qingzhi, took this opportunity to chat and explore.
Approaching the lake, they were attracted by the sound of a wooden fish being played by a young monk and his master.
Surrounded by a crowd, only the rhythmic sound of the wooden fish could be heard.
Fan Yuru joked, "The charm of the food festival is evident, even monks are here."
Chu Qingzhi scanned the crowd with her divine sense and spotted someone familiar.
Rong Shiyu stepped forward and looked through the gaps. She could not see anything. She turned around and smiled helplessly at the two of them.
