Chapter 315
Wandering around, Ye Tian bought two packs of dried noodles and a bottle of Lao Gan Ma chili sauce. He didn’t like stinky tofu; it was too pungent for his nose. This food would do for the next couple of days. He’d figure something else out later.
Carrying an electric rice cooker with the noodles and seasonings inside, Ye Tian started heading back home. The morning market was crowded, mostly with old men and women buying vegetables—this place was cheaper than the supermarket. Some were selling goods grown in their own small greenhouses, which weren’t expensive either. Ye Tian got a bag of tomatoes for five yuan, although a few were frostbitten, hence the low price. He paused at a stall selling tobacco leaves; nowadays, rolled cigarettes were a luxury, best to save where you could.
Suddenly, he felt a tug at his waist. A thief!
Ye Tian was no ordinary man; his observational skills and vigilance were top-notch. Petty thieves couldn’t escape his eyes. With a quick flick of his wrist, sure enough, he caught a hand. But the hand seemed to be smeared with something quite slippery and quickly pulled away, leaving Ye Tian grabbing at nothing. He looked around—no sign of anyone.
Damn it, someone had the gall to try stealing from him! Luckily, the money in his pocket was still there.
He rubbed his fingers together, sticky and slick, and sniffed them; there was no scent. Ye Tian shook his head; he had no experience with such thieving techniques.
"Big brother, you got targeted by a thief, huh?" The old man selling tobacco leaves wore a black leather jacket, with both hands tucked into his sleeves, looking as bloated as his cotton trousers—sitting on a tiny stool, his body resembled an ancient tree root, tough and weathered. In front of him were various white cloth bags with their mouths open, filled with different kinds of tobacco and neatly arranged rolls of cigarettes, all packed in plastic bags, big and small.
"Old man, how much for these tobacco leaves?"