Mingshen stared at the sight of a bustling street food market. It buzzed with life with its narrow lanes illuminated by strings of hanging lanterns that cast a warm, golden glow. Stalls lined both sides, each offering mouth-watering aromas of grilled skewers, steaming dumplings, bubbling soups, and fresh scallion pancakes. The air hummed with chatter, laughter and the occasional clatter of chopsticks.
His gaze lowered at Jia. "You want to have dinner here?"
Jia looked up in return. "I think this is a fair compensation for giving up on Huojin's home cooked food."
"I can cook too. Your neighbor and her grandson brat thoroughly relished my green curry chicken."
The surprise in her expression was evident. "You cooked for them?"
"I was free labour."
"I see."
"Does that brat really call you Jia?"
"Is there a problem?"
"I guess adding sis before your name won't hurt him."