Han Che swallowed his saliva. Although the food here looked unhygienic, it tasted great.
"I want to eat this, this, this, and that, that..." His long fingers pointed at the various foods on the stall.
"You are trying to die, can you eat so much? Boss, please have two bowls of Yangchun noodles." Yue Ya'er quickly pulled him to sit down on a small stool.