Jiang Feng's Bobo Chicken business was doing well.
In such a food street, as long as it wasn't particularly bad, business was usually good.
Stall owners all knew one principle: location first, taste second.
Location was the most important, followed by taste.
The greasy spoon next door was run by a pork brain shopowner.
Jiang Feng didn't use to eat pork brains, finding them somewhat creepy to look at.
However, after trying them once, he realized they weren't as creepy as he thought.
The pork brain shopowner was very friendly and often chatted with Jiang Feng.
That day was the fourth day Jiang Feng had been running his stall.
Once again, a few backpacking tourists came over, ordered some Bobo Chicken, and then, all smiles, asked for a photo with Jiang Feng.
Seeing this, the pork brain shopowner laughed and chatted with Jiang Feng, "You're quite popular; even tourists want to take photos with you. Do you have fans online?"
