The BBQ skewers spot wasn't far from the Fu Mansion, in the alleys of Jiang City.
It was late winter, so honestly, very few people were eating street skewers. They prefered hotpot, which made them feel warm.
But where there were people who loved eating, there were restaurants that would meet their needs.
Outside was freezing, but having skewers inside was different.
The inside was always warm in the north, especially in this kind of small restaurant. There were big-belly stove fires that only local people in Jiang City had seen, totally retro-styled.
Fu Jiu rested the skateboard against the wall.
Qin Mo lifted his eyebrows. "This is it?"
Fu Jiu smiled. "Never judge on appearances. The quality of the meat here is great, it's real lamb."
Nowadays, everyone knew that there were too many fake things around.
But this shop was different. The owners were an old couple, and they cooked in an authentic local style.