Little Yellow Bowl.
Yu Hongtao held it, and although he wanted to immediately taste it to see if it was good, he still couldn't help but ask his question.
"Boss, you're selling lion's head meatballs, so why is your bowl printed with dumplings?"
Yu Hongtao thought this was a very bizarre situation, there must be some unspeakable secret behind it.
It's like having a barbershop sign, and when you go inside, they ask you to go to the second floor, what's that supposed to mean?
Chen Mo's mouth twitched, feeling awkward, "I used to sell dumplings when I first started the stall, bought too many small bowls, and haven't used them up yet."
Yu Hongtao: ???
He was also a bit embarrassed by this response.
He had just been imagining a grand conspiracy, but it turns out the bowls were simply leftovers?
No, you used to sell dumplings, so why are you selling lion's heads now?
