Zhang Xiaobin noticed the curiosity of the people around, but for a long time, no one spoke up, and he felt a bit uncomfortable with his hands twisted together.
It was like catching an 80-pound fish and showing it off all day, yet no one asked about it, which was quite frustrating.
Finally, a guy who just came in from the crowd saw Chen Mo forming the steamed rice paste into cylindrical shapes and asked curiously, "Boss, are you not selling Fuding Meat Slices today?"
Chen Mo opened his mouth to respond.
Zhang Xiaobin quickly answered, "You might not know this, but this boss offers a new snack every day. Yesterday, he sold Fuding Meat Slices, which you can buy from the stall two stalls over."
The guy was slightly taken aback, then pointed at the cylindrical rice paste in Chen Mo's hand and asked, "Then what is this? Aren't you selling Crossing-the-bridge Rice Noodles today?"
Obviously, he had already noticed the sign on the cart: Crossing-the-bridge Rice Noodles/25 Yuan
