"The younger generation will surpass us in time! Handsome boy, you're awesome!"
His tone was so enthusiastic that Xu Le blushed and could only nod in agreement.
A discordant voice cut in, saying, "I remember that wolf fang potatoes aren't made this way. Little kid, your method isn't very authentic."
"Shoo, shoo, shoo. What's the big deal if the cooking method isn't authentic? It's just a roadside stall. The cooking method at one place may be different from another place. As long as the food is delicious, it's fine. Who cares if it's authentic or not?"
"That's right." Someone chimed in. "Anyway, when I was young, those stalls that weren't authentic all went bust. The ones that survived were all delicious."
"Little kid, do you want to consider opening a shop outside the school gate? When I come to pick up my child every day, I will definitely patronize your business."
