Charlot and his group looked around everywhere.
Only by looking closely did they realize—the real prosperity of the whole territory was all focused on this main street.
With all the foot traffic concentrated on one road, how could it not thrive!
It was clever, but at the end of the day, it was just a method.
Because of this, Charlot had a newfound respect for Hope Village.
And right at that moment, as they were sizing things up, the aroma of food and all kinds of hawking calls drifted into their noses and ears on the breeze.
"Tangy and spicy noodles that wake up your appetite!"
"Crispy on the outside, tender on the inside—fried chicken!"
"Quick and convenient sandwiches!"
"Unbelievably flavorful tomato hotpot!"
"..."
Hearing all these unfamiliar foods, the people who'd been traveling all day instinctively swallowed.
Especially since they'd all tried Hope Village's cuisine before.
In this kind of setting, their senses seemed to amplify.
The only word left in their minds:
