Chapter 241 The Scenery of the Morning Market

The next day, the sky was about to brighten, and the pale sky in the eastern sky was dyed red by the half-rising sun. Zhao Zihong, with hazy eyes and Song Tang, who was obviously not fully awake, was standing on the street of the morning market.

There was a group of people standing behind the two of them. When the people around Song Tang heard that the young lady was going to the morning market this morning, they all followed her.

The streets are bustling with the clamor of vendors and the sound of electronic horns. Steam is rising from all kinds of steamers, and the aroma spreads all over the street.

There were many kinds of stalls on both sides of the street, with cold and hot food, fried and pan-fried. Song Tang even saw a stall selling nothing but ice cream from a distance. They were just placed there. The weather now was better than a freezer.

The streets of the morning market were bustling with people, not only middle-aged and elderly people, but also many young people who were full of energy and wandering among the stalls. They seemed to be tourists from other places who came here because of the market, just like Song Tang.

Locals live here, while foreign tourists come here to experience the lives of locals.

Today's Northeast morning market, after the fermentation of short videos on the Internet, has become an alternative business card for the Northeast.

It is said that the daily life of the world is what soothes the hearts of ordinary people the most.

Song Tang was immediately attracted by this endless picture of bustling city life. As for the sleepiness he felt just now, it had disappeared without a trace.

"Sister Zhou, come on, take a picture."

Song Tang excitedly pulled Zhao Zihong, turned his back to the morning market, and faced Zhou Jing and the others behind him.

Zhou Jing responded with a smile, took the Hasselblad X2D camera that had been prepared earlier from Chen Xiong, and handed it to Zhao Rui beside her.

Zhao Rui is very good at using cameras and has some skills. This Hasselblad camera was recommended by her and she just got it.

Logically speaking, the price of this camera is less than 60,000 yuan. Even with the lens and other accessories, it is only more than 100,000 yuan, which is not in line with Song Tang's net worth.

But it has always been said that professional matters should be left to professionals. This Hasselblad camera was recommended by Zhao Rui and is currently the most suitable camera for his daughter.

There are more expensive cameras, some even costing hundreds of thousands, but those cameras are not very user-friendly for Song Tang, a novice. The various professional parameter settings and small techniques make Song Tang, who often takes photos by himself, completely unable to understand them.

Not to mention that those cameras are so large that they are almost the same as carrying a dumbbell with you.

When Song Tang got the Hasselblad X2D camera yesterday afternoon, he played with it for a while. Under Zhao Rui's guidance, he soon became quite good at it. The size was just right in his hand, and the autofocus function was very user-friendly for a novice like Song Tang.

But Song Tang also discovered that although they used the same camera to take pictures of the same subject, Zhao Rui's pictures looked better than hers. She couldn't deny it.

So when someone is needed to help take panoramic photos like now, Zhao Rui naturally becomes Song Tang's exclusive photographer.

After Song Tang took Zhao Zihong and Zhao Rui to take a photo of the two of them, he took a photo of himself alone.

Song Tang in the camera was smiling, with a red face from the cold revealed under his fluffy hat. The bustling streets behind him formed a strong contrast with the refined and noble Song Tang.

Zhao Rui smiled slightly, seized the opportunity and pressed the shutter of the camera, as if framing the elf Song Tang into the human world.

Finally, Song Tang wanted everyone to take a group photo together. It was Zhao Zihong, a local who stepped up and asked an older brother to help, so that everyone could take a neat photo.

But it's not entirely correct to say that everyone is in order, at least Song Dabotou is not here, and he should still be sleeping in the suite. He is probably one of the few cats in the world who has lived in the presidential suite.

When Song Tang and others were taking pictures busily on the street, some passers-by and vendors not far away in the morning market could tell that this was another group of outsiders who came to experience the morning market.

There are no locals who are so eager to come to the morning market to take pictures so early in the morning.

Putting away the camera and hanging it around her neck, Zhao Rui followed everyone towards the morning market. This morning she would be responsible for capturing some random shots of Song Tang.

No matter how deliberately posed a photo is, it will never be as natural as the snapshots you take in daily life.

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"Four fried cakes cost five yuan, and they are so delicious. Crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, sweet and tasty, with a thin skin and big fillings."

As soon as he entered the morning market, Song Tang was attracted by the loud voice of a Northeastern aunt who was closest to him.

"Oh my, who is this pretty little girl? Come and try the fried cakes that auntie made herself."

As the stall owner spoke, she put down the strainer in her hand, picked up a fried cake of suitable temperature from a small food bag, and stuffed it directly into Song Tang's hand.

Song Tang was stunned at this moment. Who am I? Where am I? Where did the fried cake in my hand come from?

She was originally interested and wanted to ask the aunt what the filling of the fried cake was, but she didn't expect that as soon as she walked up to it, the aunt selling the cakes quickly stuffed one into her hand.

Song Tang came back to his senses and looked at the enthusiastic aunt in front of him, smiled embarrassedly, and then took a light bite of the hot fried cake in his hand.

"Hmm~~?" Song Tang's eyes lit up. It's delicious~. The fried cakes just out of the frying pan are delicious, crispy on the outside, soft and chewy on the inside, and the red bean paste filling is sweet.

Song Tang has a habit that she herself isn't even aware of. When she eats something delicious, she can't help but smile with her eyes curved.

"Oh, this little girl, she looks so cute when she smiles. Come, give your hand over and let auntie sprinkle some sugar on you." The cake selling auntie was almost mesmerized by the adorable Song Tang smiling in front of her, and she wanted to take this little thing home.

After hearing what her aunt said, Song Tang hurriedly handed over the fried cake she had taken a bite of. After her aunt smiled and added sugar to her fried cake, she happily took another bite.

Sure enough, it tasted even better. Song Tang's two big eyes even narrowed into crescent moons.

"Auntie, I want the twenty-yuan ones." Song Tang stuffed all the remaining fried cakes in his hand into his mouth and said with puffy cheeks.

Zhou Jing and the others behind him breathed a sigh of relief. The young lady finally remembered to buy something after eating for a long time. Zhao Rui secretly took a picture of Song Tang smiling as she pinched and bit the oil cake, and also took a picture of her cute puffy cheeks.

The more I take pictures of her, the cuter my daughter seems to be. I really want to pinch this soft and cute girl.

"Okay, auntie will pick some hot ones for you." After saying that, the cake selling auntie started packing the cakes for Song Tang quickly.

When Song Tang started talking, the aunt wanted to say that she bought too much, but she suddenly noticed a group of people following the little girl, taking pictures of her and handing her napkins. The aunt knew that the little girl didn't buy too much, and there were quite a few people following her. It seems that this rare little girl is actually a rich lady.

After bidding farewell to the enthusiastic cake seller, everyone continued to move forward. Song Tang happily opened the bag and asked everyone to pinch one to taste. Everyone was not pretentious and quickly took the initiative.

Everyone knows Song Tang. If she tells you to eat, you eat. Sharing food is also one of Song Tang’s joys.

Besides, the scene of Song Tang eating cake just now made everyone envious, and now they are waiting for her to speak. It must be said that the people around Song Tang understand her temperament very well.