Riding my little e-bike and humming a cheerful tune, I was having the time of my life. Home wasn't far from the small town, only a ten-minute ride.
It happened to be Wednesday, market day. Even though it was already afternoon, the streets were still packed with people. Looking out from a higher vantage point, I could see a bustling sea of heads and hear a roar of voices—the honking of bicycle horns, the cries of peddlers, and the endless stream of discount promotions blaring from supermarkets and clothing stores. It was wonderfully lively.
Steering my way through the familiar vegetable market, I bought some of my favorite foods, picked up some items for my parents, and added various health tonics and Eight-Treasure Porridge to the haul. Carrying bags big and small, I went back to my e-bike and was just about to kickstart it for home when a familiar voice called out to me.
Chapter 81