On the fifth day, Lin Chen felt that Xiaobai was stable enough, so he started setting up his stall.
This time, Lin Chen bought twenty chicken wings again. Excluding the one for the market uncle, he could earn 1900, which was quite considerable.
After all, in this world, the minimum wage for an ordinary job is only three thousand.
Walking past the stalls, Lin Chen noticed many people looking around on the roadside, but he didn't pay much attention and went into the market uncle's house.
"Uncle."
"Hey, I'm on the toilet, wait a bit."
The market uncle was using the restroom. After a while, he came out and, seeing it was Lin Chen, was pleasantly surprised, saying, "My little master, you finally came."
"Hungry, huh?"
Lin Chen smiled and handed him a chicken wing.
The uncle took it, bit into it, and then said, "Besides the cravings, the most important thing is, while you were away these days, people have been looking for you every day."
