Chapter 143: A New Way to Make Money

Today is market day, so there are more people in town, and thus the business at Peace Restaurant is a bit better than usual.

Upon entering, the first thing one sees is an old-fashioned counter, behind which sits a woman of about thirty in a floral top with a single braid, her cheeks plump and her eyes bright.

The menu is posted on the wall behind her, with white paper and black characters, handwritten in a very proper font, precise and orderly. The dishes listed are simple and straightforward, easily identifiable at a glance.

Chiang Songhai glanced over and immediately noticed the sliced ginger and snail meat, priced at one yuan and eighty cents, which nearly prompted him to turn on his heels and flee.

"Grandpa, you find a seat first, I'll order," said Chiang Xiao, who knew right away that he was frightened, how could she dare let him order?