Chen Mo and a few others headed to the east end of the village, saying they wanted to challenge the chess endgame at the stall there.
This left Shao Hailong and the others at Cultural Square wide-eyed, six of them looking at each other, unsure of why this was happening.
"Boss, what should we do?" Yang Zhou asked.
Shao Hailong smacked his lips and took a few breaths, "Or maybe..." He looked at the steaming mutton on the food truck, feeling a bit conflicted inside.
Acting now would mean missing out on the scallion braised mutton made by the little boss, but the opportunity was here; not acting wasn't their style.
But another problem was right before them.
Making this dish took quite some time for Chen Mo. The plan was to act at nine, but now it was nearing eleven.
The villagers will head to the market, and by around twelve, they'll likely return for lunch, missing the opportunity again then.
