The colorful lights intertwined, illuminating the entire pedestrian street night market.
On both sides of the street, various stalls were lined up in succession, with men and women passing in between.
Stir-fried noodles, grilled skewers, fried chicken, stinky tofu, candied hawthorn...
Sounds of laughter, playfulness, and vendors shouting...
Tang Song walked along the sidewalk, mingling with the crowd.
He was very familiar with this pedestrian street, having visited numerous times during his university days.
If not for the summer vacation, this place would be even more lively than it was now.
Directly in front of his line of sight, a golden piggy bank was becoming increasingly clear.
Passing by a smoky barbecue stall, a few less busy stalls came into view.
Tang Song's gaze behind his glasses quickly focused on the "piggy bank."
It was floating above a girl's head, bouncing up and down energetically, with the clinking sound of coins growing more urgent.
