"Two of these cakes, please."
Lu Yuan stood before a stall, pointing at the golden cakes sizzling in the oil pan.
While the owner scooped out the cakes, drained the oil, and bagged them, Lu Yuan took out his phone. He filmed a short video of the oil pan and the alleys flanking the stall, then sent it to his mother, Zheng Qiuling.
"Twenty."
Lu Yuan hesitated for a moment at the price but scanned the QR code to pay anyway.
Accepting the piping hot cakes, still scorching through the paper bag, he took a bite. The filling of egg, green pepper, and pork was a small comfort.
After all, it's a scenic spot, so it's expected to be a bit expensive.
He was currently in a place called Little West Gate, located in the western part of Weishan City.
Several bustling pedestrian streets nearby were interwoven with old city walls and ancient architecture, creating a hybrid commercial and scenic area.
Lu Yuan tried to stick to less crowded paths.
