The crowd cheered like a tidal wave.
The shop owner, a middle-aged chubby man, held out two boxes of mung bean pastries with a broad smile to Xu Xiangbei: "Young man, my name is Feng San, but you can call me Fat San. I'm the co-owner of this shop. These two boxes of mung bean pastries are a little token from me. Haha, in this day and age, it's rare to find someone like you with such courage and bravery to stand up for others."
Xu Xiangbei smiled slightly, reaching out to take the pastries: "Boss Feng, you are too kind. My name is Xu Xiangbei, and I will be living in the courtyard opposite. Feel free to contact me."
He was about to reach for his wallet, but the shop owner stopped him.
"Young man, are you trying to insult me? I used to be in the military when I was younger, also a hot-blooded guy, and even though I'm older now, I really admire your spirit. These two boxes of mung bean pastries are my treat to you."
Feng San pretended to be angry.
"Alright."
