Just then, footsteps approached, followed by the voices of Ye San and Shuimu, who had been waiting outside. However, after a long wait and seeing no sign of their masters coming downstairs, they had no choice but to come looking.
"Let's go to the night market, I'm hungry too," Yang Ruxin patted Gu Qingheng's arm, "They're here."
Although Gu Qingheng was reluctant, he still let go of his grip, but he held tightly onto one of Yang Ruxin's hands.
The night market in Linjiang City was vast, with numerous streets teeming with people. Of course, the variety of goods was rich, and there were plenty of street foods as well.
"Sister, the meat pies that thin old man is making over there smell so good..." Shuimu, being young and lively, began to incessantly introduce to Yang Ruxin the treats that he knew or thought tasted good, "And there's also the silken tofu that the 'Tofu Xishi' makes, so smooth and white..."
