Four patients gathered around Jiang Feng's food truck. Three of them had already tasted the stinky tofu and were full of anticipation. The one with the bandaged arm was still watching.
"Boss, we'd all like a serving of stinky tofu."
"Add a grilled cold noodle for me."
"Then I'll add one too!"
"If you're all adding, then I'll add as well!"
After some discussion, each of them ordered a serving of stinky tofu and a serving of grilled cold noodles.
Jiang Feng didn't have much stinky tofu left, just about enough for five or six people. He fried them all at once, planning to go home after finishing this order.
"Okay, just a moment."
Jiang Feng started to bustle about in the food truck.
At this time, some pedestrians on the roadside noticed the situation with the food truck.
"Look over there, why are four patients surrounding a food truck?"
"Did the owner break their legs and arms, and now they've come to settle the score?"
