This was his first time driving a sports car around the world in search of a bowl of Tremella, Lotus Seed and Mung Bean Soup that only cost two yuan!
What’s so delicious about this thing?
He will try it later. How is it better than truffle caviar?
As the sports car drove further inside, it felt like it was a dead end. There was basically no one in front of it, only a ruins and a few work sheds.
Situ Chenjue couldn't help but knocked his head in frustration. He was really dizzy! Since the elementary school had been abandoned, there must be no one inside, so how could he find anything selling food?
He must have been so worried about Ye Xiaoyu that he was so nervous that he couldn't be so arrogant in the future!
He had just knocked his head and was about to turn around.
But at the moment when he turned around, he saw a row of abandoned low-rise bungalows that were so shaky that he didn't know if anyone still lived in them. A shabby cardboard sign grew out of it, with a few words crookedly written on it:
"A bowl of mung bean soup costs two yuan."
It can not be!
Situ Chenjue slammed on the brakes and rolled down the window with joy, really!
He jumped out of the car and strode towards the small shop, which couldn't even be called a small shop. It could only be described as a stall.
He smiled bitterly in his heart. He had never been so happy before signing a billion-dollar deal...
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It seems that this small shop has been around for a long time, and the walls have turned into a semi-grey color with serious signs of smoke and fire.
There are many old pictures posted on the wall, but they may be several years or even ten years old. Many of them are celebrities and singers who were popular a few years ago but now look very old-fashioned.
In the small shop, there was an old lady with silver hair, wearing coarse clothes. She looked older than her mother, maybe in her seventies, and she was lighting a fire in the stove.
On the stove, a pot of briquettes was slowly simmering. The aroma of mung beans wafted from the pot. There were several children waiting eagerly next to them. These children were all dressed in ordinary clothes. They looked like the children of migrant workers.
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Situ Chenjue felt a little uncomfortable. He had never eaten with people of this class since he was born. However, it didn't matter just to make Xiaoyu happy today!
He raised his head and asked the old lady: "Is this selling Tremella, Lotus Seed and Mung Bean Soup?"
The old lady raised her head. Although her face was wrinkled and she looked like she was in her seventies, her eyes were still very bright. She looked at Situ Chenjue, as if she didn't believe that a man dressed so luxuriously would go to such a place.
Come, he hummed uncertainly: "Sir, do you want to buy it?"
"Yes!" Situ Chenjue didn't have the patience to spend time with people in a place like this, so he took out a piece of banknote: "I want everything you have here!"
"That won't work!" A tough-headed little boy next to him, wearing a dirty, shabby T-shirt with no visible color, put his hands on his hips and said unhappily: "Uncle, we were here first, we have already said
I want to buy it! Mom said everything is on a first-come, first-served basis. Uncle, please don’t steal our mung bean soup!”
Situ Chenjue snorted coldly: "I'll give you money. Just wait here a little longer. I'm in a hurry to bring it to others!"
Another little boy with a sallow complexion and thin skin, like a monkey, shook his head: "We don't want money! We want to pack it back and give it to our mother to drink!"
This chapter has been completed!