On the left is a silk shop, the sign reads "Wu's Cloud Brocade." The shopkeeper, a Suzhou native, softly introduces to the customers: "This piece, 'Moonlight', is newly woven in Jiangnan. It has golden thread that shines at night, beloved by the wives of Yangzhou salt merchants..."
On the right is a tea shop, with dozens of tin cans behind the counter. Handwritten labels on red paper mark the names of teas like "West Lake Longjing," "Wuyi Rock Tea," and "Lu'an Melon Seed Tea."
Seemingly catching Li Yan's gaze, the clerk at the tea stall at the door promptly smiles and says, "Would the guest like to come in and taste our tea? We Yangzhou people emphasize 'morning tea, evening wine.' A pot of tea in the morning, with sesame seed cake and buns, and you can sit for an hour..."
Li Yan quickly waves his hand in refusal, and the clerk doesn't insist, quickly attending to other guests.
Not only the shops, but there are also quite a few stalls on both sides of the street.
