Chu Fang waved at Zhong Tingyue, who quickly approached and said, "Mr. Chu, how's business? Why is it so quiet?"
"You're a jinx; my business goes quiet when you're around," Chu Fang retorted.
"Get lost," Zhong Tingyue lightly punched him in the chest.
She didn't like that idiom, as it reminded her of Chu Fang's maternal grandfather's passing and Chu's mother's hostility towards her.
Zhong Tingyue tossed her bag to Chu Fang, then tied up her beautiful hair with a hair tie, making her look efficient. She then started arranging the stall.
The balding man slowly came back to his senses, somewhat speechless: "Are you serious, TM?"
Meeting the old brother's gaze, he shrugged.
The balding man craned his neck: "Bro, how did you get her? Teach me."
"One word, handsome!"
The balding man: "... ..."
The balding man stared at him quietly, then moved his small stool away from there.
This Brother Chu isn't a good person.
They set up the stall until ten o'clock at night and only sold two portions, one of which was sold to the balding man next door.
He said he wanted to use the fishy smell of Houttuynia cordata to wash away today's memory.
Today's memory was painful, too painful, heartbreaking.
Chu Fang made a portion of 'wolf-fang potatoes' for Zhong Tingyue, expectantly asking, "Ms. Zhong, how does it taste?"
Zhong Tingyue tasted it: "It tastes good."
"But why isn't anyone buying it?" Chu Fang was puzzled about his cooking skills for the first time.
He considered himself a great cook, having been guided by many famous teachers and even spending money to hire famous chefs for one-on-one instruction. His cooking had always been praised by everyone.
But today, he only sold two portions, which was a big blow to him.
"No Houttuynia cordata."
Chu Fang stubbornly said, "No, wolf-fang potatoes without Houttuynia cordata have no soul. I will never do anything that harms the people of Southwest China."
Zhong Tingyue ate the wolf-fang potatoes, then packed up the stall while saying, "Whatever you say."
The two packed up the stall, cleaned up the surrounding environment, and then Chu Fang drove the mobile stall away from here, with Zhong Tingyue sitting next to him.
The mobile stall drove on the street, stopping at a red light at an intersection.
The window of a Porsche next to them opened, and there was a flamboyant rich second-generation: "Beauty, get in the car, I'll take you for a spin."
Chu Fang said with a cold face: "Do you think I'm dead?"
"Sorry, bro, a beauty deserves a strong man," the flamboyant rich second-generation said. "You can't delay this beauty's future."
Chu Fang glared angrily, Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips and smiled, waved her hand, and refused the flamboyant rich second-generation's advances.
The flamboyant rich second-generation sighed: "Love? What a pathetic word, beauty, you will eventually regret it."
After saying that, he stepped on the gas and left the place.
Chu Fang drove the mobile stall to the limit, chasing after the Porsche: "You BYD, stop, I'll show you my strength, why are you showing off?"
The mobile stall was ultimately no match for the Porsche. In the blink of an eye, the Porsche disappeared into the traffic.
Chu Fang, in the back, looked at the disappearing direction, angry.
He turned his head and saw Zhong Tingyue's pretty face was bright, like a blooming flower. He couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Is it so funny that I'm being looked down upon and treated like a poor boy?"
This bad woman.
Zhong Tingyue: "Mr. Chu is a billionaire; I know that."
"Then what are you laughing at?"
"I'm laughing at Mr. Chu's pitiful and pathetic self-esteem."
"Zhong Tingyue, I'm going to fight you."
The two bickered and went home.
... ...
In the next few days, Chu Fang was still setting up a stall, still selling wolf-fang potatoes, still with Houttuynia cordata, and business was still deserted.
Looking at the empty stall, he sighed: "I seem to be really losing."
In the past few days, his turnover was very small, almost zero, and the cost was as high as tens of thousands of yuan. This was clearly a losing bet.
"Boss, a portion of wolf-fang potatoes," a customer called out.
"Do you eat Houttuynia cordata?"
"Yes."
"Okay," Chu Fang's spirits lifted at once.
He would treat every customer who wanted to eat Houttuynia cordata seriously.
Chu Fang skillfully operated the stall, frying the potatoes until they were cooked, and then adding various seasonings.
The customer took the wolf-fang potatoes, said thank you, and, seeing his face, suddenly paused: "Chu Fang?"
Chu Fang looked up and saw a short man with an ordinary face wearing black-rimmed glasses.
Next to him was a beautiful woman, with fair skin, thin arms and legs, extremely charming, holding the short man's arm.
He asked: "How do you know my name? Do you know me?"
"You don't know me?" the short man asked back, suddenly realizing, "It's normal for you to know me, after all, I was invisible and unknown in the university class."
Chu Fang looked at this ordinary face and couldn't remember who this person was, so he could only smile awkwardly: "Sorry, my memory hasn't been good lately."
"It's okay, I can understand," the short man waved his hand. "I remember you used to drive luxury cars in college and were extremely extravagant. Why are you setting up a stall at the night market now?"
"Bored, just playing around," Chu Fang said.
The short man nodded: "It's good to find something to do when you're bored. Last time I organized a class reunion and invited everyone to attend. Why didn't you come?"
"My mom had some problems."
At that time, Chu Fang didn't think about going, and Chu's mother was misdiagnosed with lung cancer. He was very anxious and didn't care about any class reunions.
The short man nodded: "Oh, I see. Then I won't bother you. We'll take our leave first. Let's keep in touch when we have time."
Chu Fang nodded: "Okay."
... ...
"Alas!" the short man sighed.
"What's wrong, honey?" the charming woman next to him asked.
"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, the world changes greatly," the short man said. "The guy just now was a prominent figure in college, with a solid family background, driving cars worth tens of millions, and he was very handsome. He was the dream male god of many girls."
"I didn't expect that only a few years have passed, and Chu Fang has started setting up a stall to support himself. It seems that something major must have happened to his family."
"No wonder Chu Fang didn't go when I organized a class reunion. He was probably afraid that we would see him in his current state of decline."
