Before one knew it, two years had passed.
On the bustling street market, a youth clad in a long blue robe strolled leisurely down the street. He looked around attentively while walking.
The youth sauntered through the street from morning until noon and then, with his servant, entered a private room. The room, close to the street, offered an unobstructed view of the outside market from where the two sat.
Alone in the private room, Xiang Wei said helplessly, "Miss, you've been wandering this street for half a month already. How much longer do you plan to observe?" Xiang Wei couldn't help but complain. Yueyao had been looking at the same scene over and over, and it was giving Xiang Wei a headache!
Yueyao needed to prepare a street market painting. To capture the most authentic material, she had to meticulously observe everything in the market, including the vendors and shoppers and even the people passing by.
