"Alright."
The street vendor efficiently wrapped up a serving of potstickers with leek and meat filling. As he handed it over, he glanced at Mu Fan's slender and jade-like fingers, saying, "These potstickers are fresh out of the pan. Young man, be careful not to burn your delicate hands."
"Thank you."
Mu Fan's mouth twitched uncontrollably when he heard the word "delicate". He pulled out a few copper coins from his pocket and handed it to the vendor.
"Our soy milk is also delicious."
The street vendor's eyes sparkled as he continued to promote his food, "Why not have a bowl of soy milk as well? Sit down and rest, and continue your journey after eating."
"Sounds good."
Mu Fan looked over at a small table nearby and saw that one was unoccupied, so he happily agreed.
"Please have a seat, your soy milk will be ready in no time."
