A new booth opened in Juxing Shopping Mall's food stall area.
The owner was a clean-cut young man, not at all like a chef seasoned by the hustle and bustle of a kitchen.
Whenever a new booth appeared, other stallholders would observe it and then discuss it among themselves.
Most of the stalls here were run by couples.
"Look over there, another youngster has shown up."
"There isn't much business in this mall; I bet he'll be gone in a few days."
"What's the lad selling? He better not be taking business from our potstickers."
"Looks like he's selling noodles."
"Noodle business is tough; two stalls have already left."
The other stallholders discussed amongst themselves.
From the food stall area, one could see the stoves inside the kitchens at a glance.
Here, bowls and chopsticks were provided centrally, and designated cleaners handled the cleanup. Stallholders only needed to pay a management fee.
This was quite convenient for Jiang Feng.
