By the time I reached thirty, I hadn't managed to provide any of the happiness I wanted for my wife. I also still couldn't become the support my parents relied on. At this turning point in my fate, my income suddenly began to increase randomly. (A daily life tale in a wealthy family setting, featuring a single female lead and no harem.)
Jiang Peiyao also stayed behind.
The liveliness of the urban village came from the influx of a large number of migrant workers at around the same time after work.
The not-so-wide street outside would also be filled with various kinds of stalls.
There were those eating spicy hot pot and those grilling lamb skewers, and many more selling cold skin noodles and other cold dishes.
The foreign population in this part of the urban village came from all corners of the country.
Leaving their hometowns to come to the big city, all they were after was a little bit of scattered silver.
By six o'clock in the afternoon, the urban village was buzzing with noise.
There was a large influx of young factory workers, and plenty of factory girls chatting and laughing.
There were also those delivery riders in yellow jackets, constantly shuttling through this narrow street on their small electric bikes.