The foodies from the intelligence group finally climbed to the peak of the mountain. They came here specifically for Jiang Feng's delicacies. Upon reaching the summit, they were instantly stunned.
Not far away, many people were queued up, including a dozen wearing red hats and another dozen sporting yellow ones. Nearby, many had found rocks to sit on and were slurping wontons from bowls. Others held paper bags with sliced scallion pancakes, savoring them leisurely.
Seeing such a scene, the foodies suddenly froze.
"Wait, is this the top of Mount Qingcheng?"
"Is it really only eight o'clock and there are this many people? Is there a market fair?"
"Goodness, let's hurry and get in line, or we'll miss out!"
"People are everywhere these days, everyone's so full of energy!"
The group hastily lined up at the end of the queue. This wasn't just a breakfast stall; it was a full-blown tourist attraction!
