Wooden counters lined both sides of the narrow passageway.
An elderly tailor with gray hair was stepping on an old-fashioned sewing machine, making a clattering sound as he cut out fashionable batwing shirts and bell-bottoms.
In those days, many tailors were men. I heard that they were quite strict about taking on apprentices back then, and they generally didn't take on apprentices easily.
You should know that tailoring is a skill, and skilled master tailors are still in high demand even in the 21st century.
Generally, apprentices don't learn much in the first three years. After they graduate, they have to work for their master for three more years to earn money before they can go out and start their own business.
At the jewelry stall, girls stood on tiptoe to peer inside, the gold-plated earrings and plastic necklaces in the glass cases refracting tiny sparkles under the lights.
Yu Chengyuan and Jiang Haiyang only glanced at it and didn't look at it much, since they weren't interested in these things.
Even if I were to buy a gift, I wouldn't buy such a small trinket for a child.
At this moment, the vendor selling electronic watches repeatedly shouted through a loudspeaker: "Smuggled goods from Hong Kong! Waterproof and glow-in-the-dark!" attracting passersby to stop and watch.
Upon hearing this voice, Yu Chengyuan blurted out, "I didn't expect that such electronic devices would be available for sale now?"
"Chengyuan, have you ever seen anything like this before?"
It seems they don't sell them where we are. Would you consider taking some to the county town to sell?
Jiang Haiyang thought he was interested in this.
Yu Chengyuan shook his head. "Brother Jiang, I'm not interested in this."
His purpose in coming here was only for the clothes; he didn't want anything else for the time being.
Next, a unique aroma wafts towards you, a blend of plastic sandals, cheap perfume, and the sweet scent of pastries.
This pungent perfume is really unpleasant to smell; it's not as good as his wife's natural scent.
The fluorescent tubes hissed on the ceiling, illuminating rows of wooden counters. Enamel mugs, polyester shirts, and tin biscuit boxes glowed warmly in the glass display cases.
Yu Chengyuan thought to himself that although there were many things here, they were not categorized and were all sold in one place.
The sales clerks, dressed in blue and white striped shirts and with short sleeves on their wrists, were calculating prices with abacuses while joking with regular customers in fluent Cantonese.
Cantonese, also known as Baihua, is something Yu Chengyuan can understand, but he can't speak it very well, only knowing a few simple everyday phrases.
Next, they arrived at a wonton shop with a sign that read "Authentic Fujian Wontons".
Wonton is the same as wonton; they are essentially the same thing, just with different names.
They all habitually call it wonton.
"Brother Jiang, how about we have a bowl of wontons?"
I've heard that Fujian wontons are especially delicious; I didn't expect to find them here.
Yu Chengyuan remembers eating Fujian wontons once, and he has remembered the taste ever since.
But I never got to eat authentic Fujian wontons again.
"Okay, it looks like there are quite a lot of people, so the food should be pretty good."
Jiang Haiyang nodded.
Anyway, a bowl of wontons isn't much, and I can digest it after walking around for a while.
This wonton stall was very lively, almost full of customers, with only one or two tables empty.
The two of them quickly sat down.
"Boss, two large bowls of wontons, ...wontons."
Yu Chengyuan shouted loudly.
"Alright, gentlemen, please wait a moment."
The boss responded with a reply while he was busy.
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