The landlady came over with a rag whose original color could no longer be discerned, hastily wiped the table twice as if going through the motions, and then turned back to leave. Ning Xiaoxian clearly saw a thick layer of grease still on the table.
She smiled wryly; this place was indeed quite "down to earth." Jiu Mo had never stooped to sit at such a small stall in his entire life, and now he sat extremely upright, fearful of getting his hands greasy.
The whistle took advantage of the time the boss spent cooking to order two bottles of wine.
Ning Xiaoxian wouldn't drink the inferior wine from this small stall, so she reached into her storage bag and took out her homemade Spiritual Wine brewed this year, then brought out the red mud stove, using silver charcoal to slowly warm it over a small fire.
