Ning Meng’s "foodie radar" activated instantly. She sniffed hard, trying to pinpoint the source of the aroma.
It seemed to be drifting from an inconspicuous little alley nearby.
When the light turned green, she didn't continue straight ahead. Instead, she turned her bike and pedaled toward the alley. It was narrow, flanked by aged residential buildings with green vines creeping up the walls. The deeper she went, the richer and clearer the scent became.
Chapter 89