As soon as the neon lights of the University Town Night Market came on, a lot of people gathered in front of Shao Xing's "Xing Yan Kebab" stall. The lamb kidneys on the iron shelf were sizzling with oil, and the golden oil beads rolled down into the charcoal fire, causing a ball of flames to rise up, and the hot and burnt aroma tickled people's noses. Shao Xing's wrists flew, and he spread a handful of cumin and chili powder evenly and quickly. The muscles on his bronze arms were tight, and the cuffs were rolled up to the elbow, revealing a shallow scar - the mark left when he performed tasks at the border.
"Brother Xing, here are ten more skewers of grilled pork belly! Make it more spicy!" Lin Feng from the milk tea shop next door held up a plastic cup and squeezed over. There were some pearls on his head. "Just now, two little girls asked you for WeChat. I said you are married. Is there anything wrong with you?"
Without raising his eyelids, Shao Xing tapped the grill with the iron pick in his hand: "Don't be so silly, it will delay my business." His voice was low, with a crispness unique to the military. His movements of turning the skewers were dizzyingly fast. It was obviously a smoky night market stall, but he seemed to be showing off the orderly energy of a queue drill.
Lin Feng chuckled, leaning on the side of the stall to help greet the customers: "Brother Xing's skills are the best in the entire night market! If you ask me to tell you not to just grill skewers, but to hold a training class, I will be the first to sign up!"
