Night had fallen, and Iyas sat alone at a roadside food stall for her meal.
The tables were low and matched with equally low chairs, which required one to hunch over to sit down—something Iyas still found somewhat uncomfortable no matter how many times she did it.
Why choose a roadside stall instead of a restaurant with cuisine prepared by Chilom? Iyas herself was quite helpless about it.
The luxurious restaurants were nice in every way, but just too expensive.
Yang Yu didn't give her much for pocket money, and Iyas had previously experienced that kind of treatment; she knew the hardship of earning money and naturally dared not spend recklessly.
Therefore, Iyas had been choosing to eat at roadside stalls these past few days.
To say there was nothing good about roadside stalls would be untrue—they were cheap and delicious, and moreover, one could simply lift their head to take in a view of the starry sky, finding the simple pleasures that came with poverty.
