At 1 am, it was still boisterous outside of Yuan Zhou’s restaurant. The hawkers were peddling their take-out to the customers waiting in line, one after the other.
"Ice-cold and thirst-quenching coconut milk. Anybody wants a can of that?"
"Watermelon, watermelon juice."
"Stomach-nourishing millet congee and blood-enriching red bean congee. Anybody wants a bowl?"
The peddling shouts shuttled back and forth in the quiet side street like that.
Many people bought from them.
Yet, this was predictable. Looking at those people eating blissfully in the restaurant, even those onlookers became hungry, let alone those who had been waiting to eat with the empty stomach.
Apart from the people who changed the kebabs with each other, however, an incident happened to Su Mu and his younger sister.
"Brother, you said you wouldn’t eat it?" Su Mu’s sister had a very nice name, Su Yuesheng. She was now protecting the kebabs with one hand and carrying the black cat with the other.
