"Zhu Yue? What are you doing there? Come here, eat! This stall also has lots of delicious food." Feng Jiu came out behind the stall and sat down at a small table. She smiled at the middle-aged woman. "Aunt, give me one each."
The middle-aged woman saw the little beggar washed his face and changed his clothes, looking like a different person. She froze for a moment and then smiled. "Alright, drink a cup of tea first." Then she got busy, putting each food item from the stall on the table.
When Zhu Yue was about to walk in, he suddenly turned to the manager. "You promised to send me a suckling pig. Just bring it to the stall over there." With this, he walked quickly toward that small stall.
The manager had no choice. He could only order his staff to roast a suckling pig. However, when he just turned around, he heard a heavy bang from behind as well as a muffled groan and quickly looked back.
