She had just finished cooking a bowl of shredded chicken soup noodles and was about to serve it to the table when she saw Guan Rong coming up to her with a cheerful smile, who took the bowl from her without a word.
"I'll take it. You just focus on cooking the noodles. There are also two bowls of egg lo mein that have been waiting for a long time," she said, then turned and left.
Who are you giving orders to? I'm the real owner of this stand, okay?
Hua Xiaomai felt stifled by Guan Rong's words, angrily tossing the ladle into the pot, wishing she could drag her over right then and clarify everything. But just at that moment, two uncles approached the stand, and she had to suppress her anger for the time being and force a smile to greet them.
Since there was an unusually high number of people today, the stand closed later than usual. It was past the hour of hai, yet there were still a few customers at the tables.
