The middle-aged man waved his hand and left.
Lin Xiaoyue quickly continued to set up the stall. She took out another small table, some stools, a water bucket, and utensils.
Then, she took out the self-made sign board and put it aside.
Finally, she took out the cold cakes and brown sugar syrup.
Lin Xiaoyue had just set up her stall when someone saw the two words "cold cake" and came over.
"These are cold cakes? The ones sold at Ruyi Restaurant?" A middle-aged man came forward and asked.
He was the Zheng family's butler, and he was here today on his madam's orders to pick up the young master after he finished school.
He did not expect to see a little girl selling cold cakes here.
Some people didn't know about cold cakes, but he did.
It was Ruyi Restaurant's new snack. The taste was refreshing.
When he went to Ruyi Restaurant with the old master, he saw him ordering them.
