She's the kind of person who can't relax until her tasks are done. Only after finishing them can she enjoy herself.
So, she dressed up and went out.
Under the blazing sun.
Qingbao looked towards the school, heading straight out through the North Gate. It would save her half the time, but she opted to take the long way.
She almost circled the school before entering Metallurgical Avenue.
"Fish threads~" she murmured to herself, her gaze sweeping along the road sides, "What kind of fish threads are so delicious?"
After some searching, Qingbao stopped at a shop's entrance.
Inside the shop, machines roared.
"Do you bring your own fish, or..." The owner glanced at the woman in the red cap standing at the entrance.
A bit suspicious, thinking she might just be casually looking around.
"Is there any ready-made?"
"Yes."
The owner pointed to the back, "Over there are the cut ones, and over there are the fish cakes that are almost air-dried. Which one do you want?"
