"Why are you blaming Boss Lu like this? He just went to pick up his child. You couldn't even wait twenty minutes?"
"Boss Lu is raising a child alone while trying to make money. What's wrong with picking up his child? You can't even understand that? Do you have any sympathy at all?"
"Running a stall is freelance work. He can set up when he wants and pack up when he wants. Boss Lu is already being so considerate of us—he came back to keep running his stall after picking up his child. He could've just packed up and left! He's such a good person, yet you're talking about him like this. Doesn't your conscience hurt?"
"Uncles, how can you talk about a child like that? Such a cute, well-behaved child—how could you bring yourselves to say such things?!"
The owners of the snack stalls felt their heads growing bigger and bigger, cold sweat breaking out across their backs. They felt utterly ashamed...
When had they ever said anything about the child?! They could sue her for slander!
"Sorry to have kept you waiting."
"You ordered earlier. You wanted three portions of fried rice noodles, right? That uncle wanted a portion of Twice Cooked Pork..."
Lu Qin lit the stove and began frying the rice noodles.
The snack stall owners exchanged glances. This young man really had a good memory; he even remembered what they had ordered earlier.
With the wok heated and the oil still cold, he cracked in an egg.
Lu Qin's movements were skilled. Anyone in the business could tell at a glance that he was an expert.
Several people instinctively glanced at Master Zhong. His place also sold fried rice noodles, so now there was a comparison.
Master Zhong furrowed his brow deeply, an inexplicable sense