The key issue is that the smell inside can't be washed off no matter how hard you wash it.

Why would you take out a coin that you already have?

He spent a lot of money buying a tin stove, offal, and vegetables, and he's counting on this spicy hot pot to make money.

Seeing that the customers had quieted down a bit, the vendor simply closed his eyes, pinched his nose, and stuffed the entire string of pig intestines into his mouth. He chewed and swallowed it, and after finishing one string, he went for a second.

However, by the third string of strings, my stomach started churning violently.

It was simply unbearable.

"vomit--"

The unchewed pig intestines, mixed with yesterday's food scraps, were all spat out.

The diners all turned their heads at the same time.

The silence at this moment was deafening.

Seeing this, the wonton stall owner next to him quickly came out and said, "I just said that the real mala tang hasn't arrived yet. If you want to eat mala tang, you'll have to wait a little longer. Miss Su's mala tang is the real delicacy!"

Behind him, the owners of the mutton soup stall, the sesame seed cake stall, and the noodle stall nodded vigorously.

Looking up, I saw the Su siblings carrying a stove, an iron pot, and baskets of skewers off the oxcart.

In an instant, he straightened up and ran to help, "Miss Su, the young Su brothers are here! We've come to lend a hand. We've been holding onto your stall since yesterday, preventing them from taking it!"

"Oh, thank you so much, Uncle!" Su Hua blinked her almond-shaped eyes and smiled slightly. "After I got back yesterday, I added a few new dishes to the hot pot. We can all try some later and see how they taste. It's on me!"

The stalls in front of Baichuan Academy do not require a stall fee, so they are not fixed. If a new stall like theirs, which has only been open for a day or two, is taken by someone else if they arrive late, there is no one to complain to.

When doing business, it's naturally better to have a fixed location.

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up. Who wouldn't be tempted by Su's new spicy hot pot dish? They had all eaten lunch together before, so they skipped the formalities and immediately agreed.

Seeing the vendors' enthusiastic manner, the diners couldn't help but come over to take a closer look. Miss Su? Was this chubby girl with pink and tender skin the Miss Su they were talking about?

The Su siblings calmly set up the stove, placed the iron pot on it, and poured in the thick, white bone broth and spicy hot pot base, as well as the meat skewers, tofu puff skewers, and mushroom skewers that take longer to cook.

The fire crackled and steam rose, and the fragrant soup simmered.

Spread the spicy and stimulating flavor.

Su Erhu cleared his throat and began to shout, "Mala Tang! Mala Tang for sale! Su's Mala Tang!"

With a bone broth base, it's spicy and flavorful. Vegetables are one dollar, meat dishes are two dollars. You won't regret it! Don't miss out!

The man's clear shouts, carrying the aroma, reached the ears and noses of the diners.

This made them unable to help but slurp their saliva.

The old woman who had just been feeding pig intestines to the stall owner next door wiped her mouth, pulled her little grandson aside, and squeezed into the crowd. "Isn't it supposed to be two vegetarian skewers for one coin and one meat skewer for one coin? Why are you selling them so expensively here?"