The first batch of guests arrived in the afternoon. Over the past couple of days, Uncle Irving had been busy purchasing a lot of chickens and ducks from the village, while A-tan was helping to hang all the cured bacon on the bamboo poles in the open space behind the canteen. Just then, she saw three or four fashionable young men with their female companions strolling around the Holiday Village.
"Little girl, what are you hanging there?" These young men had never seen such a countryside scene before. Usually, they couldn't be bothered to eat chicken, duck, goose, and fish, but seeing them hanging in rows like this somehow felt refreshingly novel.
A-tan noticed the speaker was a handsome and charming young man, dressed coolly in a leather jacket and ripped jeans, seemingly the leader of the group.
