She raised her hand, grabbed Zhai Ying's wrist, and gave it a forceful shove. Zhai Ying's heavy body fell backward, crashing right into the food cart at her own service window. The two tiers of small vegetable dishes displayed on it plummeted to the ground with a loud CLATTER.
All those dishes could have been sold for quite a bit of money! Now they were completely ruined!
Humiliated and furious, Zhai Ying shrieked, "You unwanted wretch! Pay for my dishes!"
Before she could finish her sentence, Chen Momo reached out, grabbed Zhai Ying by the collar, picked up an unsold dish from the window, and smashed it directly into Zhai Ying's face.
Dark, overnight cooking oil dripped down Zhai Ying's cheeks. The pungent smell of the grease made her gag. She wiped her mouth, SPITTING repeatedly in disgust.
The onlookers felt their stomachs turn and began to whisper among themselves.
"This stall is the truly filthy one!"
"The oil has turned black! Who knows how many times it's been reused!"
