Gu Ningyue walked along the food street, stopping occasionally with her shoulder bag slung over her shoulder.
Though it was a poor district, the snacks were indeed quite good.
The only downside was the chaos—truly, it was far too chaotic.
Garbage was everywhere, along with some burly men dressed in vests and shorts, drunkenly waving bottles in broad daylight.
She thought that dressing so ordinarily would keep her unnoticed, but even in such an environment, she attracted quite a few glances.
Even the old granny selling fried cakes looked at her and asked, "Girl, you're not from around here, are you? Are you looking for someone?"
Gu Ningyue shook her head and said, "No, just wandering around. The food here is really delicious!"
"Yes, it's some old craftsmanship." The granny finished frying the cakes, packed them for Gu Ningyue, and handed them to her: "Girl, don't go further in; it's very messy inside. Head back!"
Gu Ningyue glanced deep into the alley: "It seems alright!"
