The Sixth District, silent and devoid of sound, where the bustling voices of people, roaming street vendors, and the pungent smoky aroma of grilled food add some warmth to the slightly chilly seaside.
"It's a pity that we've missed the time when the fishing boats return to the harbor," Yan Wuxu was looking for familiar faces among the various barbecue stalls, "otherwise, you could see a lot of fresh seafood that you've never seen before, like fish straight out of the net, and lively shrimps jumping around."
Beside him, Su Ziceng let out a soft murmur, leaving only her curious eyes scanning around.
"I'll treat you tonight," Yan Wuxu pulled the somewhat wooden Su Ziceng all the way to a food stall. This stall was located in a remote spot at the far end of the seaside night market, but fortunately, there was a large sea rock nearby to block the wind. Combined with the stall owner's good cooking skills, this spot was bustling with business as soon as the night market opened.
