"Yo, eating such a hard meal early in the morning? Liu ManCang, you look like a starving ghost coming back to life!"
Liu ManCang felt that the words sounded familiar, as if he had just heard them somewhere.
Just by the sound, he knew it was his neighbor Tang brother, who sold grilled cold noodles and pancakes next door.
Liu ManCang picked up the lunch box and showed it in Tang brother's direction: "Look at this rice, is it hard?"
Tang brother had already seen Liu ManCang eating meat, and upon closer look, he noticed the contents of the lunch box were even more astonishing. The dishes in the box were really substantial, harder than bricks.
"Wow, you must have made some money. This has pork knuckles and beef tendons, quite a feast. Is it good?"
Liu ManCang praised it wholeheartedly: "Don't say more, just one word—amazing. If you haven't eaten yet, I strongly recommend grabbing a portion to try. You've been making some money lately too; treat yourself to something nice."
