It's already past eleven o'clock at night.
Yet the night market in West Sea City is still bustling.
Throngs of people, mostly young, are everywhere.
After entering the night market, Xiao Pang embarks on his gastronomic journey, starting to eat right from the street corner.
Roasted cold noodles,
Spicy hotpot skewers,
Preserved raw food,
Drunken crab,
Teppanyaki squid,
Baked clams in foil,
Takoyaki,
...
He indulges in food from one snack stall to another, eating without restraint.
His stomach seems like a bottomless pit.
Old Ye, on the other hand, is much more reserved, only occasionally indulging.
After eating from who knows how many vendors, and with his belly satisfyingly full, Xiao Pang lets out a contented burp... Only then does he comfortably pat his stomach.
"Ah... So delicious."
He feels almost reluctant to leave.
"Bro Hao, how did you know there were so many delicious things at this night market?"
"I've been here before."
"..."
...