It is said to be a food stall, but actually it is more appropriate to say it is a food stall. There are a few square tables at the door and a circle of matzah around it.

It was noon, and some migrant workers in ragged clothes were eating there.

"That's it?"

At this time, Zhang Yang understood why she parked the car so far away. With a beauty like her and a Ferrari sports car, it would be strange if she didn't shock people's jaws when she came here to eat.

"Well, what's wrong?" Ye Wenqian said disapprovingly.

"Are you doing this to keep a low profile and be close to the people? Or are you doing it to carry forward the fine tradition of hardship and simplicity?"

puff!

Ye Wenqian couldn't help but laugh out loud, blushed a bit, sat down at a square table and said, "It's because I have to save money to live!"

"Wen Qian, come to eat."

A middle-aged woman in her forties, with a bloated figure and an apron, came over and greeted her warmly.
Chapter completed!