Zhou Tianhao didn't wait long at Qin Lang's stall.
After tasting the crab powder fried rice he had been longing for, he cleanly turned and left, heading for the next stall.
After all, Qin Lang is really busy at the moment. So, not disturbing him is also a kind of etiquette.
Although the order of the stalls in the second round was entirely different from the first, Zhou Tianhao had a clear memory of the delicious food he had tasted in the morning, so finding new delicacies he had not tasted was not difficult.
Starting at the best-located stall near the entrance platform, Zhou Tianhao went all the way inside, sometimes strolling around, sometimes tasting, and, when encountering stall owners who were not busy, would stop to exchange a few words with them.
