Some people come, some people go.
Chen Fan found that Jiang Lili's head seemed to be raised a little after she wrapped her turban, and her eyes looked curiously at both sides.
As she walked, she suddenly raised her hand and pointed forward, "Ah, there are chicken sellers there."
Chen Fan looked in the direction of her fingers and saw an old man putting down a pair of baskets, then taking down a small bench from a dustpan covered by one of the baskets and sitting there.
Don't you see the chicken?
Jiang Lili, "That's what the chicken seller is like. The basket is lined with straw, and the chicken is below, covered with a dustpan."
Chen