"What's that smell, it's so fragrant!"
"It smells like mushroom soup, so fresh, what an aroma." Someone closed their eyes and took a deep breath, quickly searching around.
"Is it that mushroom hotpot place?" Someone looked around.
"No, look, it's over there." Someone found Ah Chen's stall and rushed over eagerly.
But they were still a bit far away, and it would take them about a dozen seconds to get there.
Next to Ah Chen, a small food cart had just stopped, and its owner was already walking over, not even pausing to attend to their cart.
"How much is this?" said a somewhat pleasant voice, sounding young. You could tell just from the voice that this person's personality was a bit rebellious and defiant, even with a hint of carefree nonchalance about it.
Ah Chen, who was frying mushrooms, raised her eyes and saw a face that was excessively handsome.
