"What would you two like to eat?"
Chen Ping'an asked with a smile as he sat down at the stall.
When they said anything was fine, he looked up at the busy stall owner and called out, "Old mister, three bowls of soft tofu pudding, please!"
"You got it! Just a moment, sir."
The stall owner was an old man, his face full of wrinkles and his skin sagging, but he seemed to be in high spirits.
Four or five small tables were set up in front of the stall. Besides Chen Ping'an's group, two other tables were occupied by customers eating and drinking.
The old man was very efficient, and he soon brought over three bowls of the soft tofu pudding.
"Folks, if you want more flavor, there's sauce over there. Help yourselves, it's free."
The old man said with a smile.
"Business seems pretty good, old mister."
Chen Ping'an's spirits lifted as he looked at the steaming tofu pudding.
"It's alright."
