Jiang Yifan pointed to two stalls not far away and said, "Since we're here, why not try them? Look, those sweet donuts and deep-fried gluten are nice, and there are sauces too." He suddenly spotted a stall ahead, "How about trying that one? I've eaten the dried vegetable cakes from that owner before, and they taste really good. This stall has always been in the Western Market. You've never been to the Western Market, so you must have never tried them. How about buying one to taste?"
The Western Market was akin to a modern farmer's market, and Miss Ye, being of noble status, naturally wouldn't be seen loitering in the Western Market.
Ye Xinyan glanced at Jiang Yifan, then turned her gaze to the stall selling dried vegetable cakes. Watching the cakes sizzling in the pan and frying to a golden brown, Ye Xinyan felt her craving stir; they looked so appetizing.
