Huge windmills turned gently, spaced every few dozen meters apart.
On a platform built of bluestone, Jiang Feng set up his stall, gazing at the distant windmills, feeling completely at ease and very comfortable.
In the morning, the number of visitors in the area increased.
When they saw the small stall, they would just glance at it and not say much.
If someone came over and saw the delicacies for sale on the food truck, they would buy a portion to try.
After tasting the lean meatballs, they couldn't stop praising Jiang Feng's cooking, finding it astonishingly delightful.
Sometimes, it's like that: you might pass by a place on a journey, make a random order, and discover a delicacy that becomes unforgettable for a lifetime.
Even if the taste of the food was forgotten, the experience of that delicious meal would still be remembered.
Jiang Feng had caused quite a stir back in Hangzhou.
Now, setting up his stall in the outskirts of Wenzhou, everything seemed much quieter.
