Elliot Huang and the Whisper of Fate Chapter 107

At seven or eight o'clock, the market is extremely noisy, and the noise is so loud that it teases people's nerve endings after a tiring day and drags them to completely consume the remaining energy before going to bed.

A row of food stalls were arranged from the street to the end of the street. Several men were shirtless, drinking and punching with their legs crossed. Some had toothpicks in their mouths and put their legs on plastic chairs. Some were spitting and littering. Some stood up to eat and drink, spitting all over the table, while others shouted loudly with their beers, banged the dishes with chopsticks, and urged the dishes to be served quickly with impatient expressions on their faces.

Little girls would sit together at a table in small groups. They would not drink, order some mutton kebabs and grilled squid, avoid the noisy men, talk and laugh, and exchange little things about each other.

If you go out as a family, you don't attract too much attention. You can eat as much as you order. After eating, you can go shopping and watch the excitement without causing trouble.

There was a constant stream of traffic on the street, dust was swirling up and down in car exhaust, pots and pans were clinking inside the small door, and the guys were slapping their feet on the back of their heads.