This stall is less like a stall and more like a piece of blue cloth spread out on the ground, casually displaying a few handmade wooden sculptures, with a creaky wooden rocking chair beside it.
The young man squatted down and picked up one of the wooden sculptures.
It was a "Yin-Yang Fish Ring" seemingly carved from jujube wood, with two small fish connected head-to-tail, chasing each other in endless cycles—an ancient design imbued with an indescribable Dao charm.
He looked up at the vendor, a handsome young man who seemed no more than seventeen or eighteen, leisurely reading a book in the rocking chair.
The white-haired youth wore a somewhat faded cyan leisure outfit, round sunglasses perched on his face, legs crossed casually, strikingly out of place amidst the bustling marketplace.
"Boss, how much is this?"
At the sound, the white-haired boy lazily shifted his gaze from the bound ancient text, glancing through his sunglasses at the wooden sculpture in the young man's hand.
