C75 The Wooden Box Was a Gift to Lu Yue

"Sir, look, it's just up ahead. Look at this." "It's the best time to sell stinky tofu. Look at the queue. Sir, you might have to line up for a while." The stall owner said as he picked up the pastries.

Song Mo raised his eyes and saw that the business was not bad.

"Uncle, let me ask you, are your pastries easy to sell?" "How much can you earn per day?"

"Well, sir must be joking