Pork bones were still cooking in the big iron pot, emitting a strong aroma that made people hungry just by smelling it.
The girl's eyes were filled with fascination, and she walked over and sat down involuntarily.
Although the stall owner is fat, he has a kind personality.
"Little girl, why not have a bowl? I guarantee you'll never forget it once you've had it."
The girl was dazed and didn't refuse.
The man's fat belly was so fat that his clothes were about to burst. He brought over a bowl of soup dumplings with both hands. Each dumpling was very plump with a few chopped green onions floating on top.
Ruan Mian sniffed it and said, "It smells so good..."
He enthusiastically handed over a spoon and put it into the girl's hand.
"Here, eat it quickly while it's still hot and fresh!"
The stall owner's tone was full of urgency, his eyes were wide open, staring at her as if he was looking at some kind of food, looking impatient.
But the stunned girl couldn't see all this, and she didn't feel anything unusual.
Ruan Mian obediently took the soup spoon and bent down to scoop up the dumplings.
Unexpectedly, his finger was pinched.
The man was wearing a mask, had a tall stature, and had blue veins crisscrossing the backs of his hands, with slender joints.
He took the spoon from the girl's hand and put it down, leaving behind a thick stack of paper money for the dead.
Pull Ruan Mian up.
The man's voice was clear and ethereal, like a cool spring.
"She's not hungry. We should go back."
He was wearing a white satin robe with faint cloud patterns embroidered on it. His long sleeves hung casually, yet were not stained with a speck of dust.
The boss' eyes lit up, and he greedily put all the paper money into his pocket and smiled at Ruan Mian.
"Little girl, this soup is freshly made. Are you sure you don't want to try it?"
There was a hint of seduction in the words.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
