Old Zhang watched Xiao Huang's food cart leave the granary yard, feeling a mix of emotions.
The Zhang family's traditions were broken today, but luckily, the customers around at the time were all from out of town, with no locals present.
"If no one knows I broke the tradition, it's like I didn't break it," Old Zhang thought.
Looking down, he saw his grandson Zhang Zihan trying to stuff a bun into his Ultraman backpack, with the meat juices already dripping out.
"Zihan, are you sure you can eat this tomorrow?"
Zhang Zihan used the [Fake Crying] skill.
Old Zhang surrendered immediately, "Alright, alright, stuff it all in then!"
...
The Xiao Huang cart slowly made its way through the streets of Ning County. Just like Jingzhou, Ning County was a city without much nightlife. By around 8 p.m., the streets were already empty.
Chen Mo was in a great mood.
If the flour met the system's A-level requirements, he would be even happier.
