The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

At 9:30 p.m., the night market near the provincial capital's train station is at its liveliest.

This lively atmosphere often lasts until one or two in the morning.

In fact, there are more night market streets in the city than just the train station. In addition, there are two other locations: Riverside Park and People's Square.

However, the train station is a special location with the largest flow of people and the largest night market, making it more valuable for reference than the other two locations.

Jiang Chengzhu and his wife came out of the train station during the day.

The return-to-city rush is coming to an end. During the day, the area near the train station is still bustling with people. As far as the eye can see, there are countless dark heads, carrying large and small bags, rushing to board buses sent by various construction sites.

The bustling crowd was frightening to behold.

At night, the train station was dazzling with colorful neon lights, which dazzled Jiang Chengzhu and his wife.

Gao Qinghe and the other two took a taxi. As soon as they got out of the car, they could smell the enticing aroma of various ingredients and spices mixed together.

Even those who were already full couldn't help but swallow hard under the intense aroma.

"Brother and sister-in-law, stay close to me, don't lose me."

"There are too many people and too many stalls," Gao Qinghe loudly instructed.

Li Fang simply took her hand, and then held her husband's hand in return, so as not to get separated.

Gao Qinghe felt the scalding heat coming from her hands, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised. This scalding heat was the same as the heat in the snow in her previous life.

The night market street is very long, with a main street running north to south and three alleys extending out on the east and west sides.

Gao Qinghe led them along the main street; the shops that were open during the day were now closed.

Specially designed carts were parked in front of these shops, with folding tables and plastic stools set up, stoves lit, and vendors calling out their wares on the spot.

The temperature on early spring nights is only seven or eight degrees Celsius, but the vendors at the night market are all working up a sweat.

The vendors stir-fry and sell their food on the spot, and the aroma is so enticing that it makes your mouth water.

On one street, there are stalls selling fried rice noodles and fried rice, fried skewers and grilled meat, cooked food and braised dishes, as well as self-service hot pot.

This hot pot dish involves the vendor laying out bowls of pre-prepared meat and vegetables. Customers take their own bowls, pick up the vegetables they want, and then have the vendor cook them for them, adding sauces according to their individual tastes.

This type of hot pot is very popular in the night market. It's affordable, has generous portions, and the vendors even give away two quail eggs for free.

In the height of summer, there should also be vendors selling crayfish and snails, as well as various dessert and iced drink shops.

However, what they have seen so far is already an eye-opener for Jiang Chengzhu and his wife.

Thanks to the huge flow of people at the train station, even if the whole street is filled with stalls, there are always customers in front of each stall.

Of course, there were also a few stalls that looked particularly unsanitary, with no one in front of them. The stall owners were green with envy seeing other people doing good business.

The most popular restaurants had queues stretching for ten meters.

Gao Qinghe curiously went over to take a look. One stall sold hot pot, another sold barbecue and fried skewers, and yet another sold fried rice.

This shows that these three items are currently the mainstream at night market stalls.

There were also a few stalls selling clothes and accessories, but business was so-so; they had clearly come to the wrong place.

People who come to the night market are mostly foodies; very few stop to look at the clothes.

Of course, if you're lucky, you might also encounter a group of female workers from a garment factory two kilometers away who come to raid the place.

After walking down the street, the three of them got hungry. Li Fang was most interested in the fried skewers, because they were extremely rare in Qing County, only available during holidays or major festivals.

Moreover, the taste is quite average. I really wanted to eat it before I bought it, but after taking a couple of bites, I felt like I wasted my money.

But the stall with the queue at the night market was clearly different; it had two large oil fryers burning, and there were more than twenty kinds of skewers to choose from.

"I want to buy a bowl of hot pot. Brother and sister-in-law, why don't we all buy some, find a shop, sit down, and eat together?" Gao Qinghe suggested.

Jiang Chengzhu and Li Fang nodded in agreement. The three of them split up and planned to meet at Gao Qinghe's hot pot restaurant once they had bought everything.

Because hot pot restaurants have storefronts, lots of tables and chairs, and the most spacious areas.

Li Xiu went to queue up to buy fried skewers, while Jiang Chengzhu went to queue up to buy fried rice with eggs. He wanted to see if the fried rice with eggs could be cooked in any fancy way.

All three had to wait in line, and no one waited longer than the others.

Half an hour later, Jiang Chengzhu and Li Fang, who had finally bought their things, excitedly brought their bowls over to meet Gao Qinghe.

The owner of the hot pot restaurant saw that the two of them were carrying food from other places, but he didn't chase them away. Instead, he chuckled and joked, saying that he hadn't had a chance to try the food from those two places yet, and told Li Xiu and her husband to remember to leave some for him to try.

Jiang Chengzhu awkwardly agreed.

Li Fang was secretly pleased; the boss was just being polite and didn't need to take it seriously.

The three of them sat around a small table. Gao Qinghe ordered a huge bowl of hot pot, making her the most extravagant customer in the restaurant.

Li Fang chuckled, "No wonder the boss was joking with us. I was worried they'd kick us out, but now that I see this big bowl of food from you, sister-in-law, I'm relieved!"

Gao Qinghe handed the chopsticks to the two of them and then asked for two bowls to share with them.

Jiang Chengzhu and Li Fang awkwardly accepted the small bowl of hot vegetables, looking at the food they had bought and regretting that they had forgotten to bring two extra bowls.

Seeing their awkwardness, Gao Qinghe waved her hand and said with a smile, "It's okay, I've already eaten all of these. You guys eat quickly, or they'll get cold."

The couple, both over forty, looked at their considerate younger brother and sister-in-law, smiled shyly, and picked up their bowls.

There's a reason why the hot pot restaurant is so popular. The broth is very rich, a flavor that Gao Qinghe has never tasted before—unique and delicious.

Jiang Chengzhu's opinion on the scrambled eggs was so-so. "I don't understand why the business is so good. It's not even as good as the scrambled eggs your sister-in-law makes for me with leftovers."

Li Fang didn't believe it, so she took a bite and said, "I think it's alright, but not to the point where I'd have to wait in line."

"How are your fried skewers? They smell so good, they're making my mouth water." Jiang Chengzhu urged his wife to try the fried skewers and see if they were delicious.

Under the expectant gazes of the two men, Li Fang first ate a skewer of pork belly, then a skewer of bean curd skin. The chili was too strong, and tears quickly welled up in her eyes, but she couldn't stop eating.

The appeal of fried skewers lies in their spicy and savory flavor, which is simply irresistible.

Li Fang couldn't speak, but she put two skewers into Gao Qinghe's and Jiang Chengzhu's bowls, signaling them to try them quickly, and then immediately ate the third skewer.

Gao Qinghe and Jiang Chengzhu exchanged a suspicious glance, then picked up the fried skewers that looked spicy and put them in their mouths.

Gao Qinghe still remembers the scene yesterday when she and her daughter were brought to tears by the spiciness, and carefully takes a bite of potato strip.

The potatoes were both soft and crunchy, and the spicy and fragrant chili sauce mixed in created an indescribably tempting aroma. You wanted to keep eating after just one bite, and it tasted much better than the ones she bought yesterday.

Li Fang looked over with teary eyes, and the three of them nodded frantically in agreement.

Delicious! Absolutely amazing! (End of Chapter)