On the fifth day of selling stinky tofu, Zhou Yang had just hung up the "Moyu Stinky Tofu" sign, and the rich and domineering aroma in front of the stall hadn't even begun to take effect yet.

Then a shifty-looking couple, dragging a skinny little girl who looked like a bean sprout, rushed over menacingly.

"It's you! It's you, you heartless boss!"

The woman immediately pointed at Zhou Yang's nose and started yelling, spitting everywhere.

"My daughter ate your stinky tofu yesterday, and she started vomiting and having diarrhea afterward. She also has a high fever now! You have to give us an explanation! You have to pay us back!"

The little girl in her arms, about seven or eight years old, was wearing ill-fitting old clothes and timidly hid behind the woman.

But when she smelled the spicy stinky tofu wafting from the pot, a glimmer of longing instantly appeared in her previously listless eyes.

Its small nose was sniffing intently, and saliva was almost dripping from the corner of its mouth, making it look extremely hungry.

"You brat! You dare smell it! You're a glutton reincarnated!"

Seeing this, the man next to her slapped the little girl hard on the back of the head and cursed in a low voice.

The little girl trembled with fright, tears welling up in her eyes, but she dared not cry out.

Zhou Yang took in all of this and sneered inwardly.

This acting is just too clumsy.

This little girl's reaction is the most genuine.

Well, here comes another wave of nitpickers.

He remained calm and composed, saying, "Oh? You have an upset stomach? You'd better go to the hospital right away."

"How about this, I'll go with you. I'll cover all the registration fees, medical expenses, and examination fees. Let's get a full check-up to see what the problem is so we can treat it properly and not delay the child's treatment."