This is the first time he has done this kind of thing that drives a sports car around the world to find a bowl of Tremella Lotus Seed Mung Bean Soup that costs only two yuan!
What's the delicious thing about this thing?
He will try it out later, how better than truffle caviar?
The more the sports car drove inside, it felt like it was a dead end. There was basically no one in front of me, only a piece of ruins and a few sheds.
Situ Chenjue couldn't help but knocked his head in despair. He was so dizzy! Since the primary school was abandoned, there must be no one inside, so how could he find a food seller!
It must be because he was too worried about Ye Xiaoyu that he made himself nervous and could not be so calm in the future!
He just knocked his head and was about to turn around.
But at the moment he turned around, he saw a row of abandoned and shaky, shaking so much that he didn't know if anyone else lived in a low bungalow, a piece of worn cardboard card was slanted, with a few words on it:
"Mung bean soup is two-yuan in one bowl."
It won't be true!
Situ Chenjue stepped on the brakes suddenly and rolled down the car window ecstatically. It was really!
He jumped out of the car and headed towards the small shop, which could not even be called a small shop, but could only be said to be a stall and walked over with big strides.
He smiled bitterly in his heart. He had never been so happy to sign a large order of 1 billion yuan in the past...
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It seems that this small shop is now old, and the walls have turned into half-gray color, and there are also traces of severe smoke and fire.
There are many pictorials from the past posted on the wall, but maybe a few years or even more than ten years of history. Many of them are popular several years ago and now seem to be very old-fashioned.
There was an old lady with silver hair in the small shop, wearing coarse cloth clothes, looking older than her mother, maybe in her seventies, and was burning a fire in the stove.
A pot was stewed slowly on the stove with coal balls. The aroma of mung beans floated from the pot. There were a few children next to him, waiting for greed. These children were dressed in ordinary clothes and looked like they were children of workers.
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Situ Chenjue felt a little uncomfortable. He had never eaten with people of such a class since he was born. However, it doesn’t matter to make Xiaoyu happy today!
He looked up and asked the old lady: "Is this the one who sells tremella seeds and mung bean soup?"
The old lady raised her head. Although her face was full of wrinkles and she looked like she was in her seventies, her eyes were still bright. She looked at Situ Chenjue and seemed to be a little unbelievable that a man in such a luxurious dress would run to such a place.
Come, and said unsurely: "Sir, do you want to buy it?"
"Yes!" Situ Chenjue had no patience to waste time with people in such a place, and took out a piece of paper money: "I want everything here!"
"That won't work!" A little boy next to him was wearing a dirty and shabby T-shirt that couldn't even be seen with color unhappy and said with his waist on his waist: "Uncle, we're here first, we've already said
I have to buy it! Mom said that everything comes first and then comes. Uncle, don’t rob our mung bean soup!”
Situ Chenjue snorted coldly: "I'll give you money, you can wait here for a little longer, I'm in a hurry to bring it to others!"
Another little boy with a pale face and thin skin and a monkey-like face shook his head: "We don't want money! We want to pack it back for our mother to drink!"