Chapter 299

"Then where's your wine? Where is the wine?"

"Sorry, the wine on my side is temporarily non-saleable."

"Then why do you still hang a license?"

Ma Ma Zhaodi picked up the gourd and took another sip: "So what? Not selling now doesn't mean I won't sell later. When I start selling skewers, I'll bring the beer along."

At this moment, another Asian passerby on the street was attracted by the scent of cured meat. He looked at Ma Ma Zhaodi and asked, "What is this? How much for one?"

"Chinese handmade pure meat burger, five dollars each."

"Oh, sounds good."

"No problem—by the way, since we recently opened, we're giving you each two loaves of bread for free."

"There's bread too?"

At this moment, Ma Ma Zhaodi opened the nearby cooler, revealing round white dough cakes inside.

"Chinese handmade sugar-free bread, my friend. It mainly highlights health."

In plain terms, small steamed buns.

This was the leftover dough from making white flatbreads. Ma Ma Zhaodi figured he had enough flatbreads, so he simply turned this dough into steamed buns—at least not to waste it.

Is it tasty? The taste of chewing steamed buns dry is certainly not as sweet as bread, but since it's free, I suppose no one will have any complaints.

Lisa had just finished the stuffed bun in her hand and then said to Ma Ma Zhaodi, "I want to take a few back. Or can the meat chunks be sold separately?"

"Sold separately? That might be a bit expensive." Ma Ma Zhaodi smiled: "Besides, this stuff can't be eaten cold. I think we should forget it."

Lisa looked disappointed. She bought two more buns and then asked, "Will you keep setting up your stall in this place in the future?"

"Oh, that's not certain. It basically depends on whether my enemies will pass by here regularly."

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"Hey! That food cart over there! Stop immediately!"

The sudden shout made Snart's heart ring with alarm, but his face remained calm. He turned his head to look behind him and saw several tattooed burly men running towards Ma Ma Zhaodi's three-wheeler.

"As you can see, gangs and street stalls are naturally incompatible." Ma Ma Zhaodi adjusted the mask on his face and explained to Lisa: "Even in our place, this situation only disappeared recently."

Although he said this, his actions under his hands were not slow at all—after casually covering the pot lid of the meat soup, he directly climbed onto that unremarkable three-wheeler.

With the roar of the engine, this heavily modified commercial vehicle burst forth with a speed no less than a race car, disappearing into the intersection in a cloud of dust, leaving the gang only two trails of swirling smoke behind.

"Damn it, he got away again!"

Seeing the frustrated and angry expressions of the two burly men, Lisa, who was chewing on a bun, asked curiously, "Why did you say 'again'?"

"This bastard has been setting up his stall recklessly nearby recently, and it's a roaming crime. He made so much money, yet he has no respect for our gang at all. Damn it... If it weren't for him always wearing a mask and hanging fake license plates, we would have found him long ago."

Hearing this, Snart's corner of the mouth twitched. He finally understood why this food cart felt so sneaky—this kind of train-like provocation of the gang was extremely rare in Central City. Once caught, he would probably be directly killed by the angry gang members.

Don't you challenge them by setting up a stall? A bit interesting.

But if the gang can't catch him, then the so-called revenge is just empty talk.

Of course, Ma Ma Zhaodi also had something to say to this group of gangsters.

"How the hell would I know your gang collects protection fees so diligently? Five times a day, it's basically because the organization is out of money and you're specifically here to run sales numbers, right?"

"I worked hard to go out and set up a stall, earning only a trifling amount a day, yet you keep disturbing me endlessly. No one in Gotham City has ever dared to disrespect me like this. Can I tolerate this? I just finished modifying my three-wheeler. 'The local gang is really damn clueless, so damn rude!'"

He cursed while riding the three-wheeler and stopped at another corner of the city.

Despite many troubles, Ma Ma Zhaodi did not plan to directly kill off that gang—after Barry Allen became the Flash, he often fought various enemies in various places around the city. If a side quest was triggered, he needed to be able to sneak over in time to support, and he couldn't appear too deliberate.

A street vendor chased by gangs running all over the city appearing in any location in the city would not be out of place, which could reduce the chance of him being targeted by the big boss.

Of course, doing this had another benefit: it made it easier to find people.

Thinking of finding people, Ma Ma Zhaodi couldn't help but sigh. He walked along the road while scanning the crowd around him.

"I've set up stalls around the downtown area, but I still haven't found Drake and Camila. Where on earth did these two run off to..."

"Hey, that food cart over there, I want to buy one... Holy crap, it's Roujiamo! Is that steamed bun next to it? Oh my—"

"Ahem, watch your language."

Ma Ma Zhaodi looked at this Eastern student with sparkling eyes and seriously corrected him: "When you're back home, you can call me Roujiamo and steamed bun, and I won't pick on you. Now that you're in America, what should you call me?"

"... Call what?"

"Chinese handmade pure meat burger."

"Damn." That fellow countryman stood in awe and bowed to ask, "Then what about the other one?"

"Chinese handmade sugar-free bread."

"When it comes to creativity and gimmicks, you have to look at fellow countrymen." The student exclaimed in admiration: "This must sell for ten dollars each?"

"I'm a conscientious merchant. Five bucks a portion, fair to young and old, okay."

"Damn, so conscientious—how much for the whole cart?"

Ma Ma Zhaodi was stunned.

"Huh?"

Three minutes later, Ma Ma Zhaodi watched as the student called his friends, and the two carried a bundle of steamed buns and flatbreads and a bucket of cured meat, struggling to walk into the distance.

It was obvious that probably having not eaten hometown food for too long, the kid had developed some hamster-like symptoms.

"Boss, will you come back next time?"

"Next time for sure. When that is depends on fate."

Ma Ma Zhaodi checked the time; it was not yet noon, and a pot of cured meat had already been sold out.

Strictly speaking, even the pot had been sold out.

This student really has some skills.

Master Ma, busy all day, looked at the thousand dollars in his hand and couldn't help but smile like an old farmer at harvest time—ten thousand asset points had come in, allowing him to buy another special soaking wine item effective against speedsters.

【Immortality Vine (High Grade)

Price: 10,000 Asset Points

Note: After drinking, instantly restore one-third of stamina, and increase stamina recovery speed by fifty percent for fifteen seconds】

Undoubtedly, this item is an excellent supplement for speedsters who rapidly deplete stamina and require massive energy replenishment.

(End of this chapter)