CRASH. Startled, Li Huowang shot up from his seat, stumbling back several steps.
The sound of the stool hitting the ground instantly caught the vendor's attention. He hurried over, his manner careful and solicitous. "Honored guest? What's happened? Were the noodles bad or the broth not to your liking? How about I get you another bowl?"
Li Huowang's face had turned deathly pale. After glancing at the man and his pregnant wife, he didn't say a word—he just tossed a piece of silver on the table, climbed into his cart, and rushed away.
"Sir, you've given me too much! A bowl of noodles doesn't cost this much!" The vendor's voice only spurred the horse cart to go faster.
