Behind him, several people dressed as chefs were chasing.
Although Ye Chen's family had money, he quite enjoyed mingling among the common folk, where he could hear some stories he'd never encountered before.
Of course, this street wasn't the one where Old Huang's stall was located.
But rather, it was a street near Southeast Private High School.
Gradually, he became familiar with everyone on this street, knowing exactly who was good or bad, which stall offered generous portions, and which skimped on the weight.
When Ye Chen saw the chefs chasing the little beggar, he realized they were from a fast-food restaurant.
Because business was good, the restaurant occasionally became too busy, so it often hired some kids to help wash vegetables, pluck herbs, start fires, or fetch water.
The boss was decent, and the payment was fair; a child working twelve hours a day was paid 60 yuan, which was 5 yuan per hour.
For kids from poor families, this was already pretty good.
