Zhang Dashan approached Jiang Feng's food stall.
"Boss Jiang, it took a while to find you."
"Why all of a sudden, are you setting up a stall here?"
Regret laced Zhang Dashan's words. Once one has seen the vast sea, other waters seem shallow, and once one has seen mountains beyond mountains, other clouds seem mundane. To let me taste such delicious marinated meat and then leave. How cruel of you!
"I switch locations after setting up my stall for a while; I'm used to it," Jiang Feng replied politely. Meeting regular customers wasn't a new experience for him, and he always received them courteously.
"You're not selling marinated meat anymore?" Zhang Dashan asked, his reluctance evident.
"No, I can't manage it alone. Preparing marinated meat is very troublesome; it basically takes a whole day. I plan to sell breakfast here this week," Jiang Feng responded.
