Jiang Feng hung up the phone, feeling a bit helpless.
He was just casually making up an excuse, who would have thought Baili Xiyue would take it seriously?
With no other choice, he walked out of the cold storage, gave Wu Feng and the others a few more instructions, then drove down the mountain.
At this time, it was still early, not yet eight o'clock in the morning.
Following the navigation, Jiang Feng drove to the so-called Temple Street.
This is a relatively famous street in the Provincial City, known for its long-standing brands, which have turned it into an old street filled with various folk craft stores, antique shops, snack shops, and private stalls.
Jiang Feng parked the car at the entrance of the street, walked in on foot, and saw that the most popular shop on this street was indeed a sesame cake shop.
It's said that the handmade sesame cakes from this shop are exceptional, passing down from the Qing Dynasty palace, simple yet with unparalleled taste.
