The loud and clear shouting...
echoed through the sky above West City Old Street.
It also caught the eyes of many customers who left empty-handed.
"Huh? That Zheng's Breakfast Shop at the corner over there also sells beef-stuffed and pork with mushroom-stuffed fried buns, and preserved egg and lean meat porridge! Why don't we go over and try it?"
"Since we can't get Boss Huang's, it's better to comfort my upset heart with a similar one. Okay, let's go..."
"Let's go, let's go, I'm really craving it..."
The chubby middle-aged man, who couldn't buy anything, advised kindly with a dejected face, "Hey, hey, hey! I advise you not to go. The taste of the new fried buns at that Zheng's is not very good. Compared to Boss Huang's buns, there's still a long way to go."
"Really? How do you know?"
"My dog and I have both tried it..."
At this moment, the chubby middle-aged man remembered his husky, looked around, and said instinctively, "Huh? Where's my dog?"
