About a stick of incense later, Yun Ran was pushing Nangong Mo through the crowd.
The customs of Tianchu were different from Rouran, and Yun Ran was full of curiosity and interest in the bustling marketplace.
"Osmanthus cake, freshly baked osmanthus cake, come and take a look!"
"Peach Blossom Brew! Finest grade, don't miss out as you pass by!"
"Ice tanghulu! Big and round! Not tasty, no charge!"
On the long street, people were coming and going, and the various vendors' stalls were dazzling. The cries of the small vendors could be heard everywhere.
Yun Ran's eyes lit up when she saw the bright red ice tanghulu, and without a second thought, she left Nangong Mo behind.
But halfway there, she turned back, "Master, would you like a skewer too?"
The man snorted coldly, a look of disdain written all over his incomparably handsome face, "Only an idiot would like such childish things."
Yun Ran: "..."
Who's he calling an idiot? Hmm? How utterly unlovable!
