Leng Youchen took Wei Anning to the night market, where the entire street was lined with stalls selling barbecues and crayfish. Wei Anning looked up a highly-rated spot online and, to no surprise, it was packed with no empty seats in sight, with people even lining up to wait—it was bustling beyond belief.
Mid-May, the weather was neither too cold nor too hot. Leng Youchen, arms crossed, leaned against the car and watched as Wei Anning jogged off to get a queue number, her small figure glowing with energy. His heart warmed at the sight.
Before long, Wei Anning returned, her cheeks rosy as she looked up at him, her eyes sparkling brightly. "There are still two tables ahead of us. At most, we'll wait ten minutes. That okay?"
Leng Youchen nodded. "Yeah."
