Li Pao'er stood in place for a long time.
The stuffed pancakes and egg soup were all sold out; not even a bit of egg flower was left.
He had ultimately come too late.
He could only slump to the ground, as if his soul had been lost.
The mountain peak was bustling.
Many people were there for check-ins and photography.
Even though breakfast was sold out, it didn't affect the tourists' desire to take photos and check in.
Jiang Feng had originally been standing by the stove taking pictures with people. Before he knew it, he had walked out and found himself standing on a high platform.
This place was perfect for pictures, allowing the distant mountains to be captured in the background, and Jiang Feng served as a nice addition.
Sun Zhuangfei and the old man were responsible for cleaning up.
There was nothing Jiang Feng needed to do.
Jiang Feng had become a photo attraction himself; just standing there was enough.
