"Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, Supreme Lord Laojun, please show your power and make Boss Huang open the door quickly!"
"I got up extra early today, I just refuse to believe I won't get anything this morning!"
"I'm starving to death, I even dreamt last night of myself eating pan-fried buns and drinking century egg and lean pork congee! And then... I woke up to find it was all just a dream. I felt like crying..."
"It's killing me! I feel all out of sorts if I don't eat Boss Huang's pan-fried buns just once."
"Having a bowl of century egg and lean pork congee and over a dozen pan-fried buns every meal, there's nothing happier than this..."
In front of Huang Tao's store, a crowd was already lining up to buy pan-fried buns and century egg and lean pork congee.
Many old customers living nearby had brought simple folding chairs, sitting in a row outside the store.
"Old Qin, how many plates?"
"Sure!"
