"Hmph." Nuwa didn't intend to fuss over such trivial matters with a mortal, she asked the vendor, "Where is this Mr. Chen in the town?"
"Oh, just up ahead, keep walking straight. There's a very large sign with the word 'Oil' written on it." The vendor pointed behind himself, "If there's a crowd, there might be a queue, and you'll know it when you get there."
"Alright, thank you." Nuwa nodded at the vendor, then left with Xuan Feng.
As they walked, Xuan Feng cradled the potatoes in her hands, "Your Majesty, the potato this vendor made is quite tasty. Indeed, it's worthy of Shopkeeper Chen's teaching. I was wondering, how could a mortal make such delicious snacks? But if it's Shopkeeper Chen, that's not surprising."
Hearing Xuan Feng's title, Nuwa knew where the problem lay. Her phoenix eyes glanced slightly at Xuan Feng, "Don't call me 'Your Majesty' outside."
Xuan Feng was taken aback, "Then what should I call you?"