C203 The Special Barbecue

On the roadside stood a quaint little eatery.

Zhang Yang followed Xiaofang into the restaurant, his shoulders laden with a hefty load.

Pots, pans, oils, salts, spices – they had everything one could need.

Xiaofang mentioned that the place often saw a flurry of street races at night. The racers would stop by for a quick bite. It wasn't much, but it added up to over 3,000 yuan a month in profit