The voice began somewhat distant, but as it gradually grew closer, you discovered a slight mist forming around you.
It was a deep autumn night, and even though you were in Jiangnan, the weather was still dry; these mists were rather subtle indeed.
"Hey, Boss, here I am," you called out.
Accompanying Zong Wangyue's voice, an elderly lady pedaling a modified tricycle slowly made her way down the street not too far away.
At that moment, there were still a few pedestrians on the street, but everyone seemed to be turning a blind eye to the old lady's appearance.
Initially, you thought that the others couldn't see her, but then a middle-aged man came out of the shop next to you, waved at the old lady with a smile, and walked over to her.
"We should go over too."
You took the lead, and at the same time, you heard the middle-aged man and the old lady chatting: "Granny, can I have a bowl of vermicelli?"
"Sure, would you like to add anything to that?"
