At seven o'clock the next morning, Wan, Zhang Yean, and Jiang An got up early and headed to the largest farmers' market in Jiangcheng—Chuanxi Market.
Standing at the market entrance, Zhang Yean glanced around and saw that the market was already crowded.
Besides numerous vendors selling their wares, there were also many customers shopping for vegetables and meat.
She couldn't help but look around and exclaim, "Wow, so many people come to buy groceries this early? According to my usual lifestyle, I don't get out of bed until nine or ten on weekends."
Wan turned his head to give her a look, shrugged, and said, "You're a rich lady, naturally unaware of the hustle and bustle of ordinary life. When I was home, sometimes I'd go grocery shopping at six o'clock."
"Six o'clock?" Zhang Yean widened her eyes in disbelief, "My gosh, isn't that still dark outside?"
Wan's lips curved slightly as he quipped, "Princess, the sky is already bright by six. The red sun is up."
