In the afternoon, a small unauthorized stall popped up in front of the public restroom across from the wet market.
Fortunately, urban management isn't as strict these days, and besides, it was near the Lunar New Year, so setting up such a stall seemed to be disregarded.
In the center of this small stall were bundles of red sweet potato leaves, the thin stalks still adorned with their leaves; at the side, there were a few snake-skin bags and some cloth-covered heaps, from which peeks of huge watermelons could be seen.
During the Lunar New Year, there's no distinction between morning and afternoon, the entrance to the wet market was constantly jammed, only people could squeeze in, vehicles didn't stand a chance.
The vibrant green red sweet potato leaves immediately attracted the attention of countless maternal figures.
"Young man, how much are these?"
