As the vibrant activity of the Yulin Market buzzed outside, the quiet interior of the Canglan Ye Clan's shop provided a stark contrast. The group sat around a polished wooden table adorned with steaming tea and an assortment of delicately arranged pastries.
Yan Shui, ever the opportunist when it came to food, eagerly devoured the refreshments, his enthusiasm earning a mix of amusement and exasperation from his companions. "These pastries are really good," he mumbled through a mouthful. "The tea's not bad either."
Yan Shuang shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. "You're here to sell the dust whisk, not eat your weight in pastries."
Ignoring her jibe, Yan Shui turned to his uncle. "Second Uncle, this market is full of interesting things. Once we sell the whisk, can we take a look around? I saw a stall earlier with glowing stones. They might make a good keepsake."
