After instructing Sun Jian to return first, Tang Yiyi got off the bus and walked towards the nearby food market. The so-called food market was a narrow little street. The street looked quite old, full of traces of time everywhere, and it was unclear why it hadn't been demolished yet.
On both sides of the street were low little shops mainly selling ingredients, along with some clearly low-quality household items. These household items were roughly made and not finely polished, obviously not from large factories, but more like from small workshops.
The air was filled with the stench of sweat, the rotten smell of garbage, and the fishy smell of some food ingredients, which was very unpleasant. If it were in the past, Tang Yiyi would have definitely turned around and left while holding her nose. But now, as a fugitive who didn't dare to reveal her identity, she had no right to be squeamish. So she simply frowned and then started to focus on the ingredients displayed.
