If there's something you could say or not, it's best not to say it.
The night market was vast, with seven or eight rows forming long queues. Aside from the dense array of electrical switches, two people assigned for fire safety patrolled back and forth—after all, a fire would be a major incident.
Patrons scattered in every direction, emerging from all corners of the city and converging naturally in this area.
Truthfully, Lin Wanzhou wasn't good at dealing with strangers, not even snack vendors. When she was nervous, she hardly showed any expression, which often made her seem unfriendly.
As the line moved up to her, she was still agonizing over what to choose besides takoyaki. Stinky tofu wasn't a good option; it would ruin the atmosphere.
Fried skewers, squid skewers or duck intestines were rarely her choice.
"What's next?" The vendor glanced at the girl wearing a hat and a mask, giving her a puzzled look. Why would a girl dress so heavily in the middle of summer?
