The little town of Sancha River was built by the wharf. Once you pass the village wall from the wharf, a small road about 200 meters long leads you right into the street.
There was only this one street in the little town, and the street ended at its westernmost point. The scent of fried dough sticks and onion pancakes frying on the breakfast stalls across the street has already wafted over.
The vendors who sold the Hot and Spicy Soup were familiar faces. Seeing them approaching, they greeted from far, "Boss Yan, have you had breakfast? How about a bowl of Hot and Spicy Soup!"
Yan Fei also smiled, "Exactly what we came for! Two bowls of Hot and Spicy Soup, a dime for fried dough sticks, a dime for fried dumplings, a dime for onion pancake. Also, bring a bamboo steamer full of xiao long baos!"
The vendor was stunned, "Just the two of you, can you finish all?"
Yan Fei shrugged indifferently, "Not too hungry this morning, maybe we will eat less. Hurry up, boss..."
