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Chapter 118 Strolling along Zhengning Road with 4 Beauties, the Vibrant Atmosphere of Northwest Chin

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After descending from the south end of Zhongshan Bridge, continue your stroll westward.

Soon after, a group of striking granite sculptures appeared in the roadside green space—"Mother Yellow River".

The mother lay on her side on the bank of the Yellow River, her figure plump, her face serene, her long hair flowing like the river, holding a healthy baby boy who was looking up at her in her arms.

Xu An'an stood in front of the statue, looked up at it for a while, her big eyes sparkling, and whispered, "She looks so gentle."

Liu Ruoxi stood a little further away, a gentle breeze caressing her ripe body. Her gaze shifted from the sculpture to the wide river: "This river has sustained so many people; it truly is like a mother, silently embracing everything."

As night slowly fell, the city of Lanzhou was instantly illuminated by lights, as if a switch had been flipped.

The warm yellow lights on both banks were reflected on the water, rippling like flowing fragments of gold in the breeze.

"Chairman, my stomach is protesting badly!" Xu An'an clutched her flat stomach and looked pitifully at Wang Ye.

Wang Ye snapped his fingers: "Come on, tonight I'll take you to experience the vibrant life of Northwest China—the Zhengning Road Night Market!"

Established in 2008, Zhengning Road Snack Night Market has become one of the iconic tourist attractions in Lanzhou after years of standardized management—replacing floor tiles, tidying up electrical wires, unifying signboards and floor mats, and strictly prohibiting the use of liquefied gas cylinders.

Night markets typically open around 6 p.m. and close at 2 a.m. the next day, with peak hours from 8 p.m. to 10 p.m.

Wang Ye led the four of them into the street. Steam rose from the stalls on both sides, and the sweet aroma of milk, eggs, and fermented rice wine, the cumin aroma of red willow roasted meat, and the spicy aroma of stir-fried lamb offal mingled in the air.

The shouts, the clanging of spatulas, and the laughter of diners blend together to create a unique symphony that belongs to the night market.

The soul of the night market is those bowls of hot milk and egg sweet rice wine.

Long queues formed in front of several milk and fermented rice stalls at the street corner.

Xu An'an squeezed into the line and stood on tiptoe to look ahead.

Liu Ruoxi stopped in front of the barbecue stall. Large chunks of mutton were skewered on red willow branches, sizzling on the charcoal fire, and oil droplets splashed onto the charcoal, creating tiny sparks.

Shen Zhiwei stopped in front of a stall selling gray peas. Gray peas are a traditional snack unique to Lanzhou, made by boiling peas, and are smooth, sweet and fragrant.

Su Qingyan walked slowly, occasionally stopping to look at the food at a certain stall—liangpi (cold skin noodles), hot winter fruit, potato dumplings, and steamed rice rolls—her gaze lingered on these unfamiliar foods for a moment before continuing on her way.

Wang Ye bought a cup of sweet fermented rice milk tea at the street corner.

People in Lanzhou have combined sweet fermented rice with milk tea to create sweet fermented rice milk tea. The first taste is the richness of the milk tea, followed by the unique aroma of the sweet fermented rice, creating distinct layers that are sweet but not cloying.

He stood on the street for a while, holding his cup—Xu An'an was holding a bowl of milk fermented rice, which was so hot that she was breathing out steam, while Liu Ruoxi was holding up several skewers of red willow roasted meat and distributing them to the others.

Shen Zhiwei held a cup of sweet fermented rice milk tea and sipped it slowly.

The four of them strolled through the crowds at the night market, eating what they had in their hands, occasionally exchanging a glance or a comment. They didn't need to say anything deliberately; the atmosphere was already relaxed enough.

This street, which is over 200 meters long, is walked by tens of thousands of people every day from 6 p.m. to 2 a.m.

A bowl of fermented milk, a skewer of roasted lamb, a cup of sweet fermented milk tea... these simple foods filled my stomach and filled the night.

The lights of Zhengning Road stretched out behind me like a warm river, and the shouts, laughter, and aromas of food slowly dissipated in the night breeze.

……

I came out of the Zhengning Road night market.

Wang Ye drove the Apollo DominionX motorhome, a 32-ton steel behemoth, smoothly through the streets of Lanzhou.

Wang Ye found a high-end detached homestay. The homestay was very spacious, with a standard three-bedroom and one-living room layout, and a quiet and spacious independent study on the second floor.

Wang Ye parked the multi-million dollar RV in the open space outside the guesthouse and then turned off the engine.

"Ladies, we'll be staying here tonight."

Wang Ye pushed open the car door and jumped out.

Xu An'an patted her round little belly as she got off the bus.

Her tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt was stretched taut, and her astonishing G-cup breasts displayed an unreserved sense of physical pressure.

"Very good!"

"I'm going to roll around on this two-meter-wide bed tonight!"

Xu An'an rushed straight into the guesthouse.

Liu Ruoxi walked behind, swaying her alluring waist, her mature and voluptuous curves exuding a ripe charm in the night.

Su Qingyan and Shen Zhiwei followed them in, each carrying their own belongings.

The allocation of rooms in a three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment has once again sparked a small-scale debate.

Wang Ye didn't participate in the struggle at all. He went straight into the master bedroom's bathroom and took a long, hot shower.

After taking a shower, Wang Ye was wearing a pair of loose-fitting shorts.

His upper body was bare, his eight-pack abs and perfect V-line exposed to the air.

He dried his half-dry hair and pushed open the door to the private study on the second floor.

There is a large solid wood desk in the study.

Wang Ye pulled out the boss's chair, sat down, and turned on the top-of-the-line laptop.

He opened WeChat and directly made a video call to Chu Chu.

The phone rang for a good ten seconds before the video call was answered.

The screen shook violently a few times.

Chu Chu's youthful face, brimming with collagen, appeared on camera.

Today she wore a light green silk camisole nightgown with a very low neckline, and there was absolutely no protection underneath, with her two snow-capped mountains trembling in front of the screen.

The girl either didn't notice it at all, or she did notice it but didn't care.

Wang Ye took a closer look.

Chu Chu's cheeks were abnormally red, almost flushed to her ears, and she was breathing heavily.

Her fair forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and a few strands of damp hair clung to her face.

"Chairman Dong...

"Good evening."

Chu Chu's voice trembled, revealing an undisguised panic and guilt.

Wang Ye leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the screen.

That female miner is definitely out mining again behind the scenes!

It was the middle of the night, and he was huddled in bed, sweating profusely.

What serious business could they possibly be doing?

Wang Ye's main approach is to see through things but not say anything.