The market Longchamp Hobo Sac was crowded at the time. Ning Yi and Xiao Chan were going up to a restaurant. Looking from a distance, they saw Nie Yunzhu and her maid, Hu Tao, but they were several meters apart in the crowd. It seemed they were there to buy vegetables, or perhaps they knew each other among the market vendors. Nie Yunzhu was still dressed simply, with a rather unsightly headscarf wrapped around her head. She was squatting behind a chicken vendor who also slaughtered chickens, holding a hen in one hand and a cleaver in the other, slitting the hen's throat and draining the blood into a bowl on the ground. Presumably Sac Longchamp Pas Cher disgusted, she pulled her head back far, but didn't loosen her grip at all. After draining the blood, she threw the hen into a pot of boiling water next to her, stood up with satisfaction, and then seemed to glance in Ning Yi's direction, probably unintentionally; it's unclear whether she saw him.
 These days, Sac Longchamp Pas Cher people rarely eat chicken. Even if they buy some, they usually raise it themselves for a few days before slaughtering it. The kind of business where they slaughter chickens for others after selling them is probably only seen in markets in big cities like Jiangning, and even then, the vendors have to be incredibly creative.The next day, sitting on the steps of the riverside building, Nie Yunzhu asked, "Did you see me at the East Market Sac Longchamp Pas Cher yesterday, young master?"