"A glass of tongue runner and a plate of smoked tofu!"
Jiang Ming tied his donkey to a tree, sat near the stall, and placed his order.
"Alright!" the young stall owner replied loudly. When he saw Jiang Ming, he was stunned and then asked curiously, "I almost thought you were a regular customer! However, I've never seen you before!"
Jiang Ming smiled. "I've long heard that the tongue runner here is quite good. I've only come to try it today. It's really good!"
"Hehe, this is a brewing recipe passed down from my ancestors! Legend has it that even a great Grandmaster had drunk it before," the young man immediately bragged loudly, causing the other customers to laugh.
Jiang Ming glanced at the wine and smiled. "I've heard that back in the day, a single glass of this tongue runner could make a person's entire body heat up. Your glass is much smaller."
