"Wow, it's so cheap!" She originally thought that the braised meat must be expensive since it tasted so good, but her son wanted to eat it, so she had to buy some. She didn't expect the price to be so affordable, so she asked Meng Zhao to cut two more pig trotters for her.
The chopped pig's trotters were piled on top of the bowl. The trotters were reddish-brown and looked very tempting. Luckily, Aunt Qian brought a big enough bowl, otherwise it would have been difficult to carry them.
Meng Zhao accepted the copper coins from Aunt Qian, totaling 52 coins. Although they were neighbors, Meng Zhao was very careful with money and always accepted the correct amount. After all, if he accepted too little this time, it would be difficult to handle Aunt Qian next time she came. There had to be rules in doing business.
When it was lunchtime, several diners who worked at the dock came over. Yesterday, when Gu went to the dock to set up her stall, she mentioned that Meng Zhao's braised meat shop was opening, and that they would have to help out at the shop for the first three days and wouldn't be able to sell boxed lunches at the dock.
Originally, Old Sun and Old Wang were thinking of just going to another stall to eat, but when the time came, they just couldn't get it right, so they decided that since it wasn't far away, they could just make fewer trips carrying sacks and come over to try it.
"May Mr. Meng's business prosper!"
Both of them were regular customers, and Meng Zhao was familiar with them as well. "Thank you for your patronage. Come in and see what you'd like to eat."
The two went inside, and Aunt Feng'e came up to greet them, introducing each type of food.
Looking at the shelves overflowing with goods, the two of them didn't know what to choose, so they simply let Aunt Feng'e pick out whatever she wanted for them.
Aunt Feng'e selected the ingredients for them, put them in a basket, and handed it to Gu Shi to cook. Old Sun wanted spicy food, so Gu Shi scooped out a spoonful of her homemade chili oil for him.
Both of them knew Meng Zhao's cooking skills, so they picked up their bowls, found seats, and started eating. Even after finishing, they still felt they hadn't had enough.
I ordered another two ounces of noodles, two skewers of chicken meatballs, and two skewers of greens, and drank every last drop of the soup.
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