Only then did he notice that the rundown three-wheeler parked on the side was actually a douhua stall.
Guo Bing had loved douhua the most when he was a child; it was an unforgettable taste of his childhood. In the past, whenever an old man rode a tricycle down their alley to sell it, besides the usual savory douhua, there was also a sweet-and-sour version made with hulatang.
The boss obviously didn't know about that, but it didn't matter—eating a bowl of savory douhua would still satisfy his craving.
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