The stall wasn't busy.
Though many customers were placing orders, Jiang Feng, with just one frying pot, fried the youtiao at a leisurely pace. He couldn't speed up even if he wanted to. With Sun Zhuangfei handling the odd jobs, Jiang Feng didn't need to bother with miscellaneous matters. Jiang Feng was quite relaxed.
When customers coming up the mountain saw what was happening, none could resist stopping by to eat. The soy milk and youtiao were inexpensive, and the taste was excellent. Who could resist?
A customer who couldn't find a seat stood not far from the stall, holding a bowl of steaming hot soy milk. He brought the bowl to his lips, gently blew on it, and then took a sip. The rich flavor immediately spread through his mouth. The soy milk was mellow and smooth, with a light, unassertive fragrance that made it exceptionally pleasant to drink.
