Back Street, afternoon.
It was just past twelve noon. The weather was not too hot, and the small restaurant next door had already opened early, but Jiang Feng's little place hadn't yet.
At this time, Jiang Feng drove to his little restaurant to prepare the spicy crawfish for the day.
Today was the fifth day of the crawfish business.
Even though it would not open until four, several people were already waiting here.
"Boss Jiang, are you open yet?" a young girl asked eagerly.
Jiang Feng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "The crawfish are still alive; they haven't even been washed yet."
"Come back at four in the afternoon."
The customers really were enthusiastic.
Shortly after, aunties arrived one after another. The crawfish vendors delivered several big basins of crawfish that Jiang Feng had selected, and the aunties began to clean the crawfish with toothbrushes.
Meanwhile, Jiang Feng was frying youtiao.
Soon, that young girl came back again.
