Ji Huan had offered to treat Song Jing to a meal, and sure enough, he arrived as promised the very next day.
However, he arrived during the morning rush, so he couldn't eat right away. Instead, he ended up helping out for a bit.
Thanks to the advertising sign set up in front of the stall, Hu Liang's workload had lightened considerably.
It was so eye-catching that passing customers could spot it with a single glance.
Those who were literate read the words, and those who weren't looked at the drawing. Then, either drawn in by the slogan or intrigued by the novelty, they would walk right up and ask specifically for the item pictured on the sign.
Song Jing winked at Ji Huan, as if to say he deserved half the credit.
Ji Huan shoved a bowl into his hands and patted his shoulder. "Waiter, get serving."
"What kind of way is that to talk?" Widow Xie shot her a mock glare.
But Song Jing didn't mind at all. He even stopped her from scolding Ji Huan.
