The fat aunt next door had already set up her breakfast stall. Seeing them, she snorted.
“Mother, look…this person…” Ye Huan’er said softly, “He’s taken our seats.”
Looking over, Ye Caiping saw a figure squatting in the spot where they had set up their stall yesterday, clearly there to reserve a spot.
Ye Caiping's expression darkened slightly, and she was about to speak when the figure suddenly jumped up:
"Oh my, you've finally arrived! I've been waiting for you for so long! Quick, quick, the spicy soup! I want spicy soup!"
Ye Caiping, Grandma Ye, and the other two were speechless. Only then did they realize that this man was the old man who was the first to eat their spicy soup yesterday.
Ye Caiping: "Grandpa... what are you doing...?"
"I've been craving this all night after I ate spicy soup yesterday. Seeing that it was getting late, I came...hehe." The old man chuckled, "Quick, scoop me a bowl!"
Ye Caiping was speechless. How incredibly tempting must that be!
"Alright, alright, please sit down, we'll unload the things right away." Old Mrs. Ye was overjoyed.
Ye Jin'er chuckled and whispered to Ye Huan'er, "So they didn't come to take our seats, but to crave the spicy soup."
After the group put their things down, Grandma Ye immediately ladled a large bowl for the old man and told him to squat by the street and drink it.
As the old man drank, he called out to the heavens, saying, "This is the taste!" After finishing, he took out a small earthenware bowl, saying he wanted to take some back for his wife and grandchildren to try.
Ye Caiping scooped some out for him and also wrapped some chili oil in a lotus leaf for him.
The old man left satisfied after paying.
Before long, it was fully light. With yesterday's opening and debut, yesterday's regular customers came to the door with ease.
By the time the street became lively, the spicy soup stall was already packed with people.
"Give me a big bowl, with lots of chili!"
"I want a small bowl, with both chili and vinegar."
"Pour it into my bowl, I'm taking it home for my child to eat."
Pedestrians who hadn't tried it before couldn't help but stop and look: "What are they selling over there? Why are so many people gathered around?"
"It must be delicious. Let's give it a try."
Aunt Pang watched from the side, gritting her teeth. There were only two or three people sitting on her side.
Her breakfast stall is about to sell out again!
Thinking about the dozens of buns that were left over yesterday, Aunt Pang was furious. And look at today's situation, there will be even more left! Maybe a hundred!
Auntie Pang was angry when, unexpectedly, a customer at the hot and sour soup stand suddenly called out:
"Sigh, after a bowl, it smells good, but it's still just a porridge, and it feels like something's missing. Oh, by the way, lady over there, give me two steamed buns!"
Auntie Pang curled her lip. She'd sell it! Why would she sell it to the people from the spicy soup place? Humph!
Her husband glared at her: "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and get the steamed bun. Fine, I'll get it myself."
Aunt Pang was still holding her breath when, unexpectedly, after the first person named "Mantou" appeared at the hot and sour soup stall, a second one followed.
Some call it fried dough sticks.
Take a small bite out of a steamed bun, then soak it in the spicy soup until it's completely submerged. Then take a big bite. The taste is absolutely amazing!
Fried dough sticks are even tastier than steamed buns when paired with spicy soup.
As more and more people ordered steamed buns and fried dough sticks, Aunt Pang gradually came to understand and started selling them with her husband.
His chubby face was always beaming with a smile.
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