She, Fang Zongtang, is just a commoner who mingles in the market!

Even if she was given the best half-head abalone or a large grouper as long as her arm, it would not be as good as a filling scallion pancake in her hand.

After walking down the street and finishing the scallion pancake in her hand, she exchanged it for a combination of curry fish balls and beef balls, which also came with two white radishes. It was a full portion for only five yuan.

There are not many people like her who eat while walking with a bag in their arms. No one thinks this person is unhygienic or vulgar.

She bought her own and left the other three alone.

They are successful in their careers now and don't need her to take care of them.

After walking around three streets, she realized that this place was different from the Pigeon Market ten years ago.

In the pigeon market, the vegetable sellers can be neighbors with the book sellers, and next to the hardware sellers, there is a good chance that there is a chicken wings stall. Jordan’s small market has many varieties, but it is well planned.

There are vegetable vendors in a special area. There are hardware vendors in the area. She walked and walked until she arrived at Antique Street.

Ten years ago, antiques in Pigeon Market were displayed on the ground like stalls, with real and fake goods mixed together. Now they are all moved into the store.

She started from the first store where the owner and his family had already started eating. When they saw them come in, they glanced at the bag she was holding, greeted them casually without much enthusiasm, and told them to look around while they sat still and continued eating.

The name of this store is Xunquxuan. It sounds very casual, but when you go in, you will find it is a mess.

"Sister Zong, if you want to visit stores like this, I will take you to a few places next time. I guarantee you will be satisfied." Chen Zhen said from the side.

Fang Zongtang listened and nodded casually.

The store is not big, with just two antique display shelves, and you can see the end of it at a glance.

As she was about to leave, a white cat suddenly jumped towards her from above.

She raised her hand and caught it.

Song Yi quickly took the cat away from her.

The store owner and his wife quickly came over to apologize.

"I'm sorry, we usually put this little white cat in the backyard to catch mice, but I don't know how it got here today. It must have scratched the rope off." The proprietress was about to take the little white cat away from Song Yi's hands when he dodged.

"Atang, are you hurt?"

She raised her hand to look at it and laughed, "It's just a little kitten. How could it scratch me so easily? It must have smelled the fish balls. Give the cat back to her."

Song Yi frowned and returned the cat to the proprietress.

The little white cat kept meowing greedily. The proprietress left the boss to greet them and took the cat bowl from the corner and went to the backyard.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. Little White must be hungry. He is usually very well-behaved and kind." The boss kept apologizing with an apologetic look on his face.

Fang Zongtang smiled and called the boss lady over: "Boss lady, wait a minute, the little white boy is so cute, I'll give him a fish ball to eat."

The boss and his wife looked at each other, looking embarrassed.

She walked over with a smile, took the cat bowl from the proprietress, went to the corner, and poured the two remaining fish balls in the bag into it.

"Eat, eat, little white boy! You have met a good master. They treasure you so much!"

When the proprietress saw her squatting, she felt embarrassed to squat too.

"I'm so sorry."

She smiled and said, "If we are to be sorry, it's us who chose to go shopping when you were having dinner."

When Xiao Baizi saw the fish balls, he struggled to jump out of the proprietress’s hand and started eating.

She looked at the soft little thing, touched it, and found that the little white boy did not run away.

"Little White is so smart~"