"Okay!" Fengjiu responded with a smile and asked her to lead the way to the night market on West Street.
Feng Jiu walked leisurely, looking at her two well-behaved sons beside her. A gentle and doting look flashed across her eyes, and a smile spread across her lips. She said to the two of them, "If you see anything you like, just tell me and I'll buy it for you."
After hearing this, the two of them looked up at her and responded with a smile, "Okay, thank you, mother." In fact, they also had money. There were many treasures in their space, not to mention money.
After all, they are boys and not very interested in some small gadgets. They just walk on the street holding their mother's hands and watching the lively night market.
Arriving at the night market area on West Street, a few people found a small stall on the side of the road, sat down, and ate something.
At the same time, Yue'er also came to West Street alone. She strolled all the way here and heard that the night market on West Street was the most lively, so she came here.
"Bozaigao? Is this a pastry?" Yue'er stopped in front of a small stall curiously, tilted her head and looked at a transparent object inserted on the side and the three words hanging in front of the stall.
"This is a delicious pastry, little sister, would you like to buy one to try?" The young man selling bowl-shaped cakes at the stall saw Yue'er standing in front of him looking up curiously, so he took out another one, poured it out, and handed it to Yue'er on a bamboo skewer.
Yue Er took it and tasted it. She found it soft and springy and delicious. Her eyes lit up and she took out the money and handed it to him: "I want ten more to take away."
"Okay!" The young man smiled, quickly packed ten for her, gave her some change, and said, "Come again if you like."
Yue Er responded with a smile, took the things and put them into her space, then walked to the next snack stand, eating the bowl cake in her hand while looking at the things on another stall: "Is this candy? Give me half a pound."
As she spoke, she took out some money and handed it over, then went to several stalls in a row, eating as she walked. When she was full, she stopped to one side, touched her stomach and burped.
"I'm so full, I can't eat anymore, but I still want to eat, what should I do?" She murmured, looked around, and walked towards the street in front. When she saw a place where sugar figures were made, her eyes lit up and she ran over and shouted, "I want a sugar figure! Make one in my image."
Mu Chen, who was eating at a stall, stopped and suddenly looked up and around, as if he was looking for something.
"What's wrong?" Fengjiu asked, looking around. The streets were bustling with people coming and going, and the shouts and voices of people talking on the street overlapped, almost making it very chaotic.
"I seem to hear my sister's voice." Mu Chen said. He didn't know if it was the telepathy of the twins or something, but he always felt that his sister seemed to be around.
Hearing this, Feng Jiu raised her eyebrows, but did not speak, instead she released her spiritual sense to scan the surroundings. The search of spiritual sense is naturally not comparable to the naked eye, the spiritual sense will sweep over each person, even on a street with so many people, there will be no omissions.
"Is it really here?" Fengjiu was surprised, but she laughed and stood up. Her eyes were fixed on the small figure about fifty meters ahead, and a smile spread across her face.