Night descended, and the neon lights of the food street in the Lakefront Business District shone brightly. Various small stalls lined both sides of the street, enticing the taste buds of diners.
People came and went on the street, wearing assorted clothes, some just off work, others leisurely strolling tourists, all enjoying food here, creating a lively scene filled with a sense of everyday life.
Behind a grill where a roaring fire cooked meat, a chef skillfully flipped the meat, the sound of frying constantly ringing, steam rising as enticing aromas wafted out, drawing passersby to stop.
In an inconspicuous corner of the barbecue stall, Sikinkov, after work, had changed into a low-key casual outfit, wearing brown glasses to cover his face, sitting there eating dinner.
