"Big bowl of handmade noodles, 12 yuan; add an egg, 2 yuan; buns, 5 yuan. Not bad, boss, my absolute favorite food is noodles!"
This price is pretty standard, not cheap, but not expensive either. It's the usual price at most restaurants, considering Boss Xiao Chen's skills, Zhou Hu felt it was completely acceptable.
Six people stood eagerly in front of the food cart, hungrily watching Chen Mo make noodles, already imagining the scene of devouring noodles and buns later. Just the thought was thrilling.
Some were satisfied, but of course, some were unsatisfied.
Bridgehead.
Over thirty young women in colorful attire, a dozen Cadillacs with their owners, and numerous street vendors.
The scene at the bridgehead was quite grand, and passing policemen were somewhat envious, thinking some local colleague must be about to receive a big commendation.
