Moonlight spread across the floor like water.
If things was under normal circumstances, the night market would have ended around now. However, the streets were still filled with people.
Xu Que's barbecue stall was still emitting white smoke, and the charcoal smell of barbecued chicken wings was wafting across the street.
Many couldn't afford the wings but it was enough to smell them—that was an enjoyment too.
However, there was still a long queue to buy the wings. After all, in a place like the Imperial City, there was not a lack of rich people.
Xu Que left the stall in the charge of the woman, who was becoming more familiar with the process. After 2 hours, she had managed to sell over 50 sets of wings, and had taken in almost 5000 taels.
Xu Que was still going after Buttface for his debt. He was pinned to the ground by Xu Que many times when he ran too slowly. Getting poked by the barbecue stick left him yelping in pain.
