"Xiao Feng, let's go back, I've got a bad feeling about this, these people probably won't let it go," Zou Mei said, her heart fluttering slightly at Tang Feng's nonchalant demeanor.
"No worries, this is a world ruled by law, they can't really do whatever they want," Tang Feng replied.
"I hope that's the case."
Zou Mei naturally listened to Tang Feng and slowly, business started to pick up again. As the weather cooled, more people came to eat.
Furthermore, Zou Mei's soup was delicious, and the customers' responses were all very good.
She was naturally very happy, her culinary skills hadn't diminished and this relieved her.
It was after nine, and almost all the goods were sold out. They had made over four hundred dollars in one night, and if every day was as good, that would add up to quite a lot for the month.
"Let's pack up, I'm also worried about Xin Yin being home alone, and I haven't dared tell her that we're setting up a stall here," said Aunt Zou.
