Had all these people been put under the spell of Lu's Snack Stall's owner?
Why had they all run over there to line up?!
The other stall owners stared wide-eyed, red with envy and mad with jealousy.
"Damn it! There are plenty of customers, but not a single one is coming to us! What the hell!"
The crayfish stall owner threw down his ladle, grabbed a spicy crayfish, and crunched down on it furiously. He did not even spit out the shell, clearly enraged beyond measure.
The grilled pig trotter vendor waved his fan so hard it left afterimages, hoping the sizzling aroma of oil would draw over even one customer.
But Lu's Snack Stall was stir-frying Twice Cooked Pork. Slices of evenly cut pork leg had been cooked into lantern-nest shapes, gleaming with rich oil and vibrant color, their thick fragrance so enticing it practically made diners' noses fall off from craving.
Even if the grilled pig trotter vendor had been waving a banana-leaf fan, he still could not have attracted any customers.
The title of king of Sichuan Cuisine was no empty boast. Besides, the Twice Cooked Pork made under Boss Lu's hand was simply beautiful! It sent appetites straight through the roof!
The mala tang vendor had shouted himself hoarse through his loudspeaker voice, yet he had not gotten a single customer.
Among the hundreds of snack stalls, the best business was actually being done by the fruit sellers and the beer and beverage vendors.
Anyone who wanted snacks had all fucking gone to Lu's Snack Stall.
A monopoly. A complete monopoly.
That was downright demonic!
Forget earning back the stall fee—if they could not sell their ingredients today, they would have to throw them out.
They were losing their shirts!
If this was how things were