Famine Year, Government Mandates Two Wives

Chen Xian woke up and became a 35-year-old widower in ancient Qingxia Village. His son and daughter knelt on the ground calling him father. In his previous life, he was in his early twenties, a sol...

Chapter 51 A Brief Encounter

Of course, these were all Chen Xian's initial ideas.

Many things cannot be accomplished simply by thinking.

Some things are destined to be done slowly and tentatively.

The manager of Taoranju was still instructing the waiter.

"Quickly tidy up the table, we'll be starting to serve people soon."

The restaurant is busiest around noon.

The manager of Taoranju was standing at the door, busying himself with preparations.

What puzzled him was...

Why aren't there many people in the restaurant today?

Instead, I could vaguely hear people eating in the restaurant talking about things like braised pork belly and pig's feet rice, and pig's blood.

Slightly puzzled, he chuckled and asked one of the diners, "Young man, what kind of food is it? Has Baiweilou recently launched some new dishes?"

The diners shook their heads.

"It's a street stall less than a hundred feet from here, selling new food. It's quite lively, with a lot of people gathered around."

The shopkeeper was a little puzzled. Is it really that easy to do business at a street stall these days?

Is it really that delicious?

There were only a few scattered people.

He rushed to that stall.

really.

The small vendors were surrounded by a huge crowd.

Shopkeeper Tao scanned the entire room.

But then they saw three attractive young women busy clearing away the dishes.

He understood.

They're all just after that young lady; those shallow guys.

It definitely won't taste that good.

Constantly despise them.

But then a series of crisp sounds came over.

"Sir, would you like something to eat?"

The young woman was dressed in clean and decent coarse cloth clothes, with a gentle smile on her face. The head manager suddenly felt that the money should be spent.

He swung his hand with great flair.

"Give me one of everything. Oh, and one steamed bun is enough for me. I can't finish any more."

"OK."

"Then we'll only charge you for one steamed bun."

Shopkeeper Tao glanced at the only slightly older man in the room.

His appearance was somewhat familiar.

But I can't remember where I've seen it before.

They brought over a small plate of braised pork, a small portion of braised pork knuckle, and a small portion of pig's blood.

Its bright red color and trembling meat made my mouth water.

I picked up a small piece with my chopsticks.

It melts in your mouth.

Manager Tao's expression kept changing. He didn't like pork normally, but now he found it incredibly delicious.

He glanced at the red fruit on the pork; it tasted slightly spicy. Then he looked at Chen Xian.

Suddenly I remembered where I had seen this person before.

It's him!