The moment Jiang Yuchuan heard that, he had a bad feeling.
But Zhao Shu had already gathered her retinue of maids and was sweeping toward the cart with the "Ming's Restaurant" sign.
In such a public place, it wouldn't be proper for Jiang Yuchuan to cause a scene by grabbing her, so he had no choice but to hurry after her.
"What's this stuff?" Zhao Shu stopped beside Ming Lingyi's cart. She saw the top layer was neatly arranged with one green ball after another, each rolled perfectly round by Ming Lingyi, looking absolutely adorable.
She knew of green balls, but she had never seen a salted egg yolk version before.
Besides, a highborn lady like Miss Zhao had always looked down on roadside stalls like this one.
She wouldn't have even bothered to glance over if her cousin hadn't been staring at the female vendor today.
