Nian Shutong calmly bought some meatballs, while the vendor across from her seemed a bit timid.
The motion of frying meatballs should have been second nature, yet he somehow dropped one.
In his fluster, the vendor quickly added another and started frying meatballs with his head bowed, not wanting any trouble.
Nian Shutong said nothing, quietly waiting.
At this time, the woman on the ground had already gotten up, fussed around under her Light Computer, hugged her arms, and stood by with a schadenfreude attitude, as if she held a winning ticket.
This look suggested she had some backup.
Moreover, it seemed many people recognized this woman, because even in the noisy bustling snack street, a clearing formed around her.
At this moment, Nian Shutong seemed even more composed than the woman, sniffing the aroma of the fried meatballs and curiously asking the vendor,
"What seasoning did you put in this? It smells great."
