As evening fell, the small alley began to liven up.
The wild vegetable pancake stall—the one Qi Xiang herself had certified as "not bad"—was doing remarkably well. The young owner was very friendly and would occasionally toss in a few extra fresh wild vegetables for his regulars...
Shen Yue stood outside the alley watching for a good while before shrugging and sauntering over. He bought the last few wild vegetable pancakes, fresh out of the pan.
Able to close up early, the owner smiled and handed the wrapped pancakes to his customer. The man was clearly a foodie, popping one into his mouth right away. "Not bad. This must be a newly cultivated variety of wild vegetable, right? The mutation coefficient is very low. No wonder your business is so good."
The customer ambled away, holding the rest of his pancakes.
