Hou Zheng blushed and felt extremely uncomfortable after being scolded by the old woman. He quickly tied up the recliner and rode away on his bicycle.
Ye Weiwei went to the state-run restaurant and found that there were very few people queuing to eat. She checked the time and it was not yet 11 o'clock, so lunch had not yet been served.
She found a secluded spot, entered the space, changed her clothes, put on a wig, disguised herself, and came out as a woman in her fifties.
Holding the double-eared ceramic pot she found in her spatial storage, along with an empty cotton bag for storing flour, Ye Weiwei stood in the queue.
At 11 o'clock, the window opened, and Ye Weiwei arrived quickly.
She placed the earthenware pot on the window and handed over a wad of cash, saying, "Give me a pot of braised pork and thirty large meat buns."
The cook was a little dumbfounded. "Comrade, our braised pork is sold by portion, not by the pot!"
Ye Weiwei smiled and said, "I know, comrade, just give me as many portions of braised pork as this pot can hold, just fill it up. I'm having a happy occasion at home."
"Alright!" The chef chuckled and filled Ye Weiwei's large earthenware pot with six portions of braised pork, then put thirty steamed buns into a cotton bag for her.
Ye Weiwei paid the bill and saw that there was also braised fish, stir-fried pork with wood ear mushrooms, and smashed cucumber next to her, so she said, "Comrade, could you give me two more braised fish and two more plates of stir-fried pork with wood ear mushrooms?"
The craftsman asked in a dilemma, "You didn't bring any tools, how are you going to take it with you?"
Ye Weiwei smiled and negotiated, "I'll give you a 5 yuan deposit first. You put it in the basin for me, and I'll bring the basin to you in a bit, okay?"
The craftsman hadn't expected this, but after calculating that he wouldn't lose out, he nodded and said, "Alright."
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