Chen Fang mentioned a place called "Classic Jinde Snacks."
Right, the name is just as plain and abrupt.
What's different from five or six years ago is that it used to be a single storefront, but now it had been renovated, and the space had expanded to three times its former size.
This just goes to show that the place was really making money.
Lunchtime had passed.
There were only a few scattered customers.
The three of them found a corner to sit in.
Chen Fang ordered some snacks and started eating with relish.
Fang Mei and Fang Gui couldn't stop singing their praises.
After all, Changming County was a gastronomic desert; by comparison, this was worlds apart.
During the meal.
A man and a woman walked in.
The man looked to be in his fifties, wearing glasses on his nose, giving off a scholarly vibe, like an old professor.
The woman was probably in her early twenties, dressed fashionably, and also had above-average looks—at least.
