Hua Xiaomai looked up and saw it was none other than Great Saint Sun.
"Brother Great Saint, I've just set up this stall," she hurriedly greeted him with a smile, barely suppressing the urge to call him "Lord Great Saint", and muttered to herself why on earth this man had to be surnamed Sun, "My brother-in-law mentioned that you helped with procuring the charcoal stove and chairs. I really appreciate it. Have you eaten yet? May I cook you a bowl of noodles to try?"
"I know your cooking skills; I won't be polite," teased Great Saint Sun, turning his head to look at the wooden sign next to the stall.
Hua Xiaomai could make dozens of different noodles, but considering price and taste, today's sign only listed five or six types, divided into large and small bowls with different prices.