Five-day holiday for May Day, but just as Aunt Zhang Hong's tofu business became famous, it abruptly ended.
However, the end of the holiday didn't mean the end of selling tofu.
Old Zhao, the vegetable vendor, rushed over in his car as soon as possible, wailing loudly, "Song Tan, Song Tan! Back when we first met, my daughter used to treat you like her big brother!"
But now, well, there's tofu and not a word to me.
Song Tan smiled helplessly, "I wanted to say something, but they've only been in business for two days, you have to give them some time to acquire equipment!"
"I don't care!"
Old Zhao was stubborn, "By the time they have their equipment ready, the business will be all in the hands of that Boss Chang!"
Boss Chang had a rich and arrogant demeanor; how could a regular vegetable vendor with just a small booth compete?
Now, they're just tired of each other.
So Song Tan waved his hand, "Qiaoqiao, take Uncle to Aunt Zhang Hong's place."
