Lu Zhishen took out four silver ingots: "I'll buy two boxed lunches!"
He stared at the crispy and fragrant scallion pancakes, swallowing hard.
"I'm not drinking Erguotou today, could you please bring me a few more fried dough sticks?"
"No problem!" Li Huan picked up ten scallion pancakes and handed them to Lu Zhishen.
Wang Ying took a few bites of the scallion pancake and praised it repeatedly.
"This pancake smells amazing, it's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a wonderful aftertaste and distinct layers! The craftsmanship of this pastry is so exquisite, it must have been made by Hu Sanniang herself!"
Hu Sanniang said, "Don't flatter me! I don't know how to cook at all!"
Wang Ying was taken aback, then grinned and said, "No wonder the young lady's hands are so delicate and smooth; it turns out she never cooks or does any rough work!"
"You bootlicker!" Li Huan scolded, "Even a boxed lunch can't shut your mouth!"
Suddenly, a thin, weasel-faced man rushed over and stared at Li Huan.
His eyes gleamed, and his mustache was upturned, giving him a distinctive appearance.
Li Huan asked, "Sir, how many boxed meals would you like to buy?"
The skinny man remained silent, continuing to stare at Li Huan.
Li Kui swallowed the "spicy bullfrog" in his mouth, slurping it up from the spiciness, and glared at the skinny man, asking.
"Shi Qian! Why aren't you buying a lunchbox? What are you staring at Brother Li Huan for?"
Li Huan suddenly realized that the skinny man in front of him was Shi Qian, the "Flea on the Drum"!
Previously in Zhujiazhuang, Shi Qian was repeatedly caught in the crossfire.
Today at Liangshan Marsh, I finally met him in person.
At this moment, hatred was evident in Shi Qian's eyes.
"Li Huan! I have never met you before, and we have no grudge against each other! Why did you frame me three years ago!"
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