"Remember to stir before eating."
"Shake before eating?"
"No shaking, just stir!"
Chen Mo felt that this customer might be a bit of a fool, but he couldn't say it.
Zhao Ming held his bowl in a daze, and it was finally no longer the yellow egg dumpling bowl but a new food-grade plastic bowl. The bowl's bottom had a protruding edge that effectively prevented scalding.
With disposable chopsticks, Zhao Ming mixed the sauce and soup evenly in the bowl, and as he stirred, waves of spicy and fresh aroma filled the air.
"Damn, this smell reminds me of yesterday's tofu pudding. If I had known, I would've tried a different flavor."
Zhao Ming thought to himself, but still moved forward with his bowl of meat slices to another nearby stall, lining up to buy rabbit heads.
"Isn't this just turning tofu pudding into meat slices?" Zhao Ming muttered as he picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.
Huh?
