Anling City.
Late-night street-side barbecue stall.
Even in winter, the barbecue stalls in the southern nights are still bustling. The barbecue master, wearing only a short-sleeved shirt, flips the skewers with one hand and sprinkles seasoning with the other, instantly filling the entire street with an enticing aroma.
"Chairman Lin, you like street food too?"
As Shen Qianqian and Xia Qingqing sat down with Lin Chuan, catching the scent, they joked.
This roadside stall was a location personally chosen by Lin Chuan.
Xia Qingqing also laughed, "Yeah, Chairman Lin, I thought you were out of touch with the common folks."
"Where did you get that idea?"
Lin Chuan frowned and joked, "I'm just a web novel writer, not some high-class society member. Eating at a roadside barbecue is nothing unusual for me."
Saying so, he glanced around.