The sky outside the street slowly darkened, and night shrouded Zhennan County.
The couple turned into a lively pottery soup restaurant, steam billowing at the entrance.
Inside, the lights were bright, with a dozen tables and chairs, and many people dining in.
"What would you like to eat?" The proprietress looked up at the young couple in front of her, "We're having a promotion: spend over thirty and get a free snack."
In local pottery soup restaurants, what they sell and whether it's tasty all depends on the owner's skill. Some shops' soups taste like dishwater, while others are incredibly flavorful.
This shop has been open for ten years, with walls stained black. The inside was, however, very clean, and you could see the structure of the kitchen through the glass from afar.
This shop sells stir-fried dishes and pottery soup, as well as noodles.
Jiang Nian glanced at the menu posted on the wall, turned around, and quietly asked Zhang Ningzhi's opinion.
