Gourmet: Running a Food Stall at a Rural Market

The city's splendor was gone, but the rural market was busier than ever. Zhou Yan had just returned from the city to the countryside. As he looked at the bustling market on market day, he was pondering what to do when, to his surprise, he became bound to the Rural Market Food System.

From then on, he set up a food stall at the market!

The roadside stalls weren't as clean as city restaurants, but the freshly steamed buns came out piping hot.

The lamb offal soup, just pulled from the earthen stove, was rich and fragrant. Early in the morning, it was enough to tempt old men on their way to the market to down a couple of shots.

For just ten or eight yuan, you could get a serving of stir-fried vegetables with a few slices of fresh meat, fragrant enough to fill the air for miles!

“I reckon those two households in Nanzhuang that get government assistance have a bit of extra cash again. They don't even cook at home anymore, they insist on coming to the market for a tasty meal!”

“It's the same with that couple from Dongzhuang. Every market day, they get up in the middle of the night to come eat here. What kind of couple trying to make ends meet does that? I hear if they come too late, there's nothing left!”

So every market day, a long line would form in front of the food stall before dawn...

“What's keeping young Zhou? Hundreds of old folks are waiting for their breakfast!”

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.