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This is the first time he has done this kind of thing of driving a sports car all over the world to find a bowl of tremella, lotus seed and mung bean soup that only costs two yuan!

What is so delicious about this thing?

He will try it later, how is it better than truffle caviar?

The more the sports car drove in, it felt like a dead end. There was basically no one in front of it, only a piece of ruins and a few work sheds.

Situ Chenjue couldn't help knocking his head in frustration, he was really dizzy!Since this elementary school has been abandoned, there must be no one in it, so how could it be possible to find food for sale!

It must be that he was so worried about Ye Xiaoyu that he made himself so nervous, he can't be so calm in the future!

He had just tapped his head and was about to turn around.

But at the moment when he turned his head, he saw a dilapidated cardboard card growing out of a row of abandoned low-rise bungalows that were so crumbling that he didn't know if there were any people living there. A few words were crookedly written on it: "Mung bean soup costs [-] yuan a bowl."

That is not true, is it!

Situ Chenjue slammed on the brakes, and rolled down the window in ecstasy, really!

He jumped out of the car, headed towards the small shop, it couldn't even be called a small shop, it could only be called a stall, and strode over.

With a wry smile in his heart, he had never been so happy before signing a large order of 10 billion yuan...

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It seems that this small shop has been around for a long time, and the walls have turned into a half-gray color, and there are serious traces of smoke and fire.

There are many pictorials from the past on the wall, but they may have a history of several years or even more than ten years. Many of them are celebrities and singers who were popular a few years ago but now look very old-fashioned.

In the small shop was an old lady with silver hair, wearing coarse clothes, who looked older than her mother, maybe in her seventies, and was lighting a fire in the stove.

On the stove, a pot was slowly stewing with briquettes, and the aroma of mung beans wafted from the pot. There were a few children beside them, waiting eagerly. The clothes of these children were very ordinary, and they looked like children of migrant workers. .

Situ Chenjue felt a little uncomfortable. He had never eaten with people of this class since he was born, but it doesn't matter if he wants to make Xiaoyu happy today!

He raised his head and asked the old lady, "Is this a tremella, lotus seed and mung bean soup?"

The old lady raised her head. Although her face was wrinkled and looked like she was in her seventies, her eyes were still bright. She looked at Situ Chenjue, as if she couldn't believe that a man dressed so luxuriously would come to such a place Come on, he hummed uncertainly: "Sir, do you want to buy it?"

"Yes!" Situ Chenjue didn't have the patience to waste time with people in this kind of place, and took out a note: "I want everything you have here!"

"That won't work!" A tiger-headed little boy next to him was wearing a dirty, worn-out T-shirt that couldn't even be seen in color, and said with his hands on his hips, "Uncle, we came first, we already said I want to buy it! Mom said that everything comes first, uncle, don’t grab our mung bean soup!"

Situ Chenjue snorted coldly: "I'll give you money, you wait here for a while, I'm in a hurry to bring it to someone else!"

Another sallow, thin, monkey-like little boy shook his head: "We don't want money! We want to pack it up and give it to my mother!"