After leaving the firepot restaurant, Old Wang thought Ma Lu would head straight home, but to his surprise, after cycling less than 20 meters, he stopped again at a street stall.
The stall owner, an auntie, saw another tricycle coming and thought it was competition for business. She braced herself for a confrontation, but then she heard Ma Lu say, "One serving of stir-fried rice noodles, please!"
The auntie breathed a sigh of relief, "Do you want it with or without meat? The one with meat is 12 yuan, and the vegetarian one is 8 yuan."
"With meat, and add another 5 yuan worth of meat," Ma Lu said, pulling out his phone to scan the code.
The auntie couldn't resist striking up a conversation with this generous customer, who was also in the same line of work, "Young man, are you setting up or closing down your stall today?"
"Closing down."
"So early? Then you must have had good sales today."
"Not bad, I made over twenty thousand."
