Chen Yang thought as he walked. Suddenly, he passed a barbecue stand. The cumin aroma of the barbecue drifted into Chen Yang's nose. Then he remembered that he had never eaten anything from getting on to getting off the plane.

I'm really hungry.

Chen Yang looked up again, but found that he had unconsciously walked to the place of the night market. There are all kinds of night markets, barbecues, hot pots, stalls, pasta, etc. on both sides.

And it's crowded and lively.

At night market stalls, couples, couples and many friends gather to have barbecues and talk and laugh barefoot.

It's the season for sipping beer and meat.

Chen...