When everyone saw that Zhao Mingming had taken out such a thick stack of silver notes, they immediately discussed it.

When you go out, you will not miss your money. This is the minimum truth and rule.

Zhao Mingming acts in such a high-profile manner either because he has support and is fearless, or he is just a lack of strings in his head and is stupid.

The young scholar who came forward to talk to him, saw the scene in front of him, but knew that he had nothing to say.

Instead of staying embarrassed, it is better to leave yourself as soon as possible.

“Is the noodles delicious?”

Zhao Mingming asked.

Previously, she only focused on her tofu.

However, the sound of eating noodles coming from her ears made her feel itchy.

"Miss, it's delicious!"

The cheeks of the chestnuts with scrambled.

But he squeezed out from his teeth and said.

No one pays attention to the taste when eating in such a place.

Eating full is the first priority, and being cheap is the second priority.

To put it bluntly, it is just for economical and affordable.

This tofu noodles are served in a coarse porcelain sea bowl.

It's big enough to put all the faces of the candy chestnuts in.

So although she ate it hard for a long time, she didn't see much less noodles in this bowl...

"It's really that delicious?"

Zhao Mingming chewed a piece of tofu and looked at the way she was eating so dedicatedly the chestnuts, and thought to herself.

"Miss, do you want to taste it?"

Sugar-fried Chestnut felt Zhao Mingming's gaze and pushed the bowl at her and asked.

Such rough tableware.

Such a simple noodles.

If it appeared on the mountain, Zhao Mingming wouldn't even look at it.

Even after being with Zhao Mingming for so long, she has become a habit of eating and clothing.

However, Zhao Mingming felt a little upset when she saw the candy fried chestnuts.

Finally, I stretched out the chopsticks in my hand, picked up a piece of noodles and put them in my mouth.

“It’s indeed… delicious!”

Zhao Mingming said.

Although the stall owner Lao Li's skills are not bad, he is really not worthy of being praised by Zhao Mingming and the candy fried chestnuts.

In fact, they just had never eaten something like this and thought it was fresh.

"Can you have another bowl?"

Zhao Mingming said to the stall owner Lao Li.

"Okay, wait!"

The stall owner Lao Li turned around and responded.

Immediately I am ready to continue.

"Miss, do you think it's delicious, right?"

Asked the Sugar-fried Chestnut.

“It’s indeed…fresh and tight!”

Zhao Mingming said.

"Fresh?"

Asked the Sugar-fried Chestnut.

It’s obviously just ordinary tofu and noodles, but not meat and fish, so it can’t be considered fresh or not…

"This lady is such an expert!"

The stall owner Lao Li said with his back to the two of them.

"I just said it casually."

Zhao Mingming said with a chuckling.

With such praise, her ears were calloused when she heard it on the mountain...

But the story of the stall owner Lao Li said this here made her feel completely different.

I suddenly felt delighted.

And what she said casually was nothing more than polite modesty.

"No, it's not just a casual statement! You must have eaten it!"

The stall owner Lao Li said very seriously.

"My tofu is made of the best soybeans in the early morning every day. So there is only so much, and you can close the stall after selling it."

The stall owner Lao Li continued.

"There is also a daily new person?"

Zhao Mingming asked.

"This is natural! Basically, you can buy one for about one and a half hours. You can sell it for at most two hours."

The stall owner Lao Li said.

"What if it didn't sell out in two hours?"

Zhao Mingming asked.

"Then take it back and eat it as your own food, but you can't sell it anymore."

The stall owner Lao Li shook his head and said.

"Why don't you sell it anymore? Isn't selling more money to make more money?"

Zhao Mingming asked.

"After a long time, this side has become hard, and the tofu is not fresh anymore... I can eat it, but it is not delicious... Although I can't put on any countertops in this small stall, no matter how big or small, I shouldn't be careless!"

The stall owner Lao Li said.

Zhao Mingming was slightly stunned by these words.

But she didn't expect that a small vendor selling tofu noodles could have such a profound enlightenment.

Is this the world?

There may be some surprising passages behind the inconspicuous ordinary people.

"How long have you been selling noodles here?"

Asked the Sugar-fried Chestnut.

"Hey! I haven't counted it yet... My stall can be considered a wandering around the world. After I learned this craft in my early years, my master gave it to me. I sold it wherever I went."

The stall owner Lao Li said.

The bowl of tofu noodles that Zhao Mingming had just asked for was ready.

The stall owner Lao Li brought it to her and put it in front of her.

Zhao Mingming saw this bowl of tofu!

It seems that this stall owner, Lao Li, did it intentionally.

Zhao Mingming looked at the thick layer of tofu on his face and smiled at the stall owner Lao Li to show his gratitude.

The stall owner, Old Li Hanhan, smiled, but pulled a bench from the side and sat behind the stove.

"Why are you passing by here?"

Zhao Mingming asked.

"No, it's safe here."

The stall owner Lao Li said.

"Why? What are the benefits here?"

Zhao Mingming asked in confusion.
To be continued...