Du Xuan: "In that case, I'll have an order of this Glistening Honey-Crisp Pork today! The name alone sounds delicious!"
Ming Lingyi hung up the wooden plaque. "Please wait a moment. It'll be right out."
Three plaques now hung on the wall of Ming Lingyi's shop.
As Ming Lingyi went into the kitchen, Mrs. Wei, Zhang Qi's wife, arrived.
Today was the seventh of the month. After breakfast, Little Hu Zi had gone to his lessons, and Zhang Qi had gone to work. Left alone for lunch, Mrs. Wei decided to stop by Ming Lingyi's shop to give her some business.
In truth, it wasn't entirely fair to say she was only there to support Ming Lingyi's business. That morning, Little Hu Zi had bought a pastry and a drink, but Mrs. Wei hadn't paid it much mind, making breakfast for the family as she always did. However, when Little Hu Zi walked through the door carrying a steaming bowl of milk tea and a plum blossom cake, both she and Zhang Qi found their eyes drawn to the items in their son's hands.
