Behind him, hung rows of roasted ducks, with golden droplets of oil falling, exuding a tantalizing, intense aroma that wafted through the air.
Including a middle-aged woman, they all subconsciously gulped down their saliva.
A weird emotion replaced the deep-seated sorrow in their hearts.
Compelled as if by some supernatural force, the leading woman asked, "How much for one?"
The chubby man, as if he had been waiting for this, immediately replied, "Here, only exchanges are accepted."
After saying this, his lips curled into a sinister smile, his mouth opened, revealing his yellowish-black teeth, dripping with sticky saliva.
His gaze swept over the five people as if selecting merchandise, finally settling on the strapping blonde young man. He added in a hoarse, greedy voice, "One person in exchange for one roasted duck, the cheapest on the whole street."
