No one stopped buying meat or trying it out just because of that incident; after all, the enticing aroma was there for all to see, and people's impressions of Xie Zhinuan only improved.
The beautiful owner who could generously help others, making such delicious stewed meat, indeed made for a tale that people enjoyed sharing.
Xie Zhinuan entered the kitchen, thought for a moment, and washed the pot. She boiled a bowl of plain noodles, sliced a few pieces of meat on top, and brought it out.
Walking toward the beggar in the corner, she handed him the bowl, "Here, this is for you to eat!"
"..."
The beggar looked up, gazing at the bowl of noodles in front of him.
Delicious, truly delicious.
"For the old man?"
"Yes, for you to eat. Take it," Xie Zhinuan said warmly.
Who doesn't want someone to lean on in their old age? Given a choice, who would willingly become a beggar?
Although she felt sympathy, she could only offer a bowl of noodles; that was all she had to give.
