It was already the last day of July.
About fifty days had passed since the opening of the Carefree Restaurant.
Chen An'an had blended in well with the local stall owners, and Chen Pingsheng himself was almost the same.
He carried a newly purchased large softshell turtle which, according to the seller, was a wild one caught with great difficulty.
Since he was a regular, they charged him six hundred yuan but it would have probably been just four hundred for someone else.
Carrying the wild turtle, Chen Pingsheng planned to go home and make soup for his little daughters.
On the way, he ran into Qiang's fried rice stall, the guy had disappeared for a good half-month before finally setting up his stall again.
Meanwhile, the middle-aged owner selling beef offal was scolding his son for running off to play cards while they were setting up the stall.
If you play cards just play, but losing thousands of yuan certainly deserves a scolding.
