Chen Cang wore the "little padded jacket" and the cashmere sweater he had "borrowed."
Perfectly at ease!
It was already six or seven o'clock, precisely when the night market was beginning.
The two walked together, hand in hand, chatting and laughing.
At this moment, Chen Cang suddenly felt that happiness was very simple.
Today, Chen Cang had declined to eat hotpot, after all, he cherished the new cashmere sweater, and it would be a pity to smell of hotpot afterward.
After some thought, the two made their way to the snack street.
It had to be said that as a central city, Anyang had its benefits, at least it had a variety of delicacies from all over the place; Qin Yue had a great appetite at the moment, and Chen Cang followed her around, quickly stuffing various foods into their stomachs.
Looking at all these kinds of snacks, Chen Cang suddenly thought of a terrifying question—just how powerful the human stomach is, digesting anything you feed it.