"Liangpi, rougamo, oil noodles, hot pepper soup ..."
"Who wants some apricot kernel eye medicine? Two for the price of one..."
"Sweet rice wine~it's a great deal~Trade for cold water at night~Hold onto your pants and grab some..."
"Vaseline~ice cream~we don't have bottles for it~ we use paper bags..."
Under the Chang'an city wall, bustling with activity, people coming and going, the shouts of street vendors filled the air.
Feeling the lively atmosphere, Zhao Yu's mood became cheerful.
It had been over five years, and even with companions like Bajie, Zhao Yu still felt lonely in the late nights.
Androids might be able to act according to a the persona they were programmed with, but they fell far short in emotional sensitivity compared to humans. Basically, no matter how creative the androids could get, at the end of the day, they still could not do more than what they were told.