"Auntie, two bowls of duck blood and vermicelli soup, with extra vermicelli!"
Zhou Yuwen actually dragged Jiang Xinyi back into the shop and spoke to the busy old lady.
The old lady agreed and then busily followed her husband.
This was a mom-and-pop shop, run by two old people who looked quite old. The old lady was a bit plump, dressed in an old sweater, and the other old man by the hot pot was skinny and tall.
The couple seemed to be in their sixties, with half of their hair turned white, all dressed in old clothes and wearing aprons that didn't look very clean.
Truth be told, the hygiene of such a small eatery was questionable.
Jiang Xinyi had really never visited such a small shop before. For her, eating in a school cafeteria was down-to-earth enough; usually, she wouldn't come to such a humble place by herself.