As night fell, the stars gradually appeared in the sky.
Many places in F City have become quiet, and there are far fewer people coming and going on the streets.
However, there is a street called Tongluo Street in the city center of F.
At night, the place is brightly lit.
Street vendors usually set up their stalls until three or four in the morning.
It was exactly seven o'clock.
Scattered vendors have appeared.
Ning Hong was one of them. He got a pushcart these past two days, made some spicy hot pot and bubble tea, and set up a stall.
"Host, I cannot understand your thoughts."
He works as a cleaner during the day and sets up a stall at night.
To be honest, it was all quite tiring work, but its host not only didn't feel tired, but seemed to be doing it quite happily.
It really couldn't figure out what its host was thinking.
"I'm looking back on my youth."
"youth?"
"That's how I made my fortune in the first place." In the beginning, he really did all sorts of things. Of course, his skills weren't as good as they are now; they were just average, so business wasn't very good, just so-so.
"Then, host, do you want to go back to your original world?" The system hesitated for a moment before asking.
"It's alright, I don't really want to."
In that world, he had no other attachments. He had no father, no mother, no wife, no children, and no close friends.
I am all alone.
On the contrary, after transmigrating, I had relatives and felt warmth. At least I still have a younger sister to depend on, right?
Of course, the most important thing is that Acha exists in these worlds.
Ning Hong then opened the lid covering the spicy hot pot.
A spicy aroma wafted through the streets.
It made people drool.
Ning Hong sniffed and picked out some to eat first.
"My mala tang is definitely the most delicious."
Even he himself couldn't control himself.
Many people were drawn over by the aroma, and when they saw Ning Hong eating by herself, they couldn't help but gather around.
"Boss, give me a few skewers."
"It smells so good, give me two skewers too."
"I'll have a bubble tea too."
"Me too, I'll have some."
Ning Hong's prices were slightly higher than regular mala tang, but the people browsing the night market didn't care about the extra cost. Before 10 PM, he had sold out everything he had prepared. The entire cart full of ingredients was gone.
Even the milk tea shops were empty.
Ning Hong touched her full pocket of money, her smile impossible to hide.
"Boss, are you coming again tomorrow?" a man asked, holding a cup of milk tea.
The man had turned around four times already and had drunk two cups of milk tea. He patted his round belly, smiling contentedly; he hadn't eaten such delicious mala tang in a long time.
Hmm, this milk tea is pretty good too.
If he weren't afraid of gaining weight, he felt he could eat twice the amount.
"Probably, but I'm not entirely sure."
"Please, do you really have to set up a stall? I can buy more tomorrow."
"Yes, I can too."
"We can all."
"Boss, could you please make more drinks? We're worried about gaining weight from drinking milk tea so late at night. Could you make some kumquat drinks or something similar?"
"Okay, if I come again tomorrow."
Ning Hong responded in a good-natured manner.
After saying that, he pushed his spicy food stall away.
It left behind only a trail of fragrance.
"I think I could actually buy some soup to drink."
The first man to speak licked his lips.
"I've only just left, and I already miss it."
What do you miss?
I miss spicy hot pot.
Wait, who's speaking?
The man turned around, and his face fell when he saw who it was. "Jiang Cha, it's you again?"
"You're like a persistent ghost."
The man snorted. "I don't want to see you."
"I don't really want to see you either."
Jiang Cha, wearing a white coat, stepped forward and smelled the strong aroma of spicy hot pot on him. She immediately frowned in displeasure. "I've already told you that this kind of food has a great impact on your health. Why don't you listen to me? After your surgery and a period of recuperation, you can eat whatever you want."
"But I feel like I've already had surgery."
The man's gloomy expression deepened.
In his memory, he had indeed undergone surgery.
However, he was still unable to be discharged from the hospital.
"I've already had surgery, why won't you let me leave the hospital?"
"Your surgery hasn't been performed yet. It will be scheduled for you in a couple of days. But before that, you must behave well and not eat anything you shouldn't."
Jiang Cha explained patiently.
"It's not that I don't want you to eat it. To be honest, I also like spicy hot pot, but the main reason is that you can't eat it for the time being because you're going to have surgery."
"Then when I get better, you'll let me eat my fill?"
"certainly."
"Alright, take me back then, I'm tired too."
As soon as the man agreed to go back, two male nurses came over with a stretcher.
"Wow, your hospital is really nice."
Even though the patient ran away, he still thoughtfully chased after them to comfort them.
"Which hospital do you work for? If I ever feel unwell in the future, I can go to the hospital where you work."
"I think it's unnecessary."
Why?
Are there doctors who don't like patients coming to them? Is it because they don't want to see them get sick?
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