"What's Boss Chen cooking that smells so delicious?"
An elderly man was pressed against the display window, almost sticking his head inside.
"The store is introducing sauce-flavored pig's head and knuckles!" Chen Yu replied with a smile.
"How much per pound?" the old man asked urgently.
Chen Yu thought for a moment, "Fifty yuan per pound!"
The old man hesitated, as the price was indeed more expensive than the marinated delicacies outside.
But the aroma was simply too tempting.
"Half a pound of pig's head, half a pound of knuckle, and two vegetable dumplings, please!"
Chen Yu quickly brought out the kitchen's specialized electronic scale, weighed half a pound of each, and handed them over.
The old man paid the money, then found a table with delight and began to devour the marinated treats.
This made the other customers nearby envious.
They rushed to the display window to buy some for themselves.
