Li Shouji looked at the donkey cart in the distance and fell into deep thought. That child really resembled the General. Thinking of this, he retorted, "No way." Li Shouji slapped his thigh and felt that his thoughts were ridiculous. It might just be a coincidence.
Li Shouji did not take this matter to heart. He looked around and did not find the potato flour noodles he was looking for. He returned to the fishing village in disappointment.
Jiang Danhe looked at Li Shouji, who was standing in the room looking a little depressed. He found it funny. "You didn't find the stall?"
"Yeah…"
Yesterday, Li Shouji brought back two servings of potato noodles from town. The taste was good and the ingredients were novel. This morning, he went to town again, intending to buy more. But he couldn't find the stall where it used to be, nor could he find it at surrounding markets. He didn't know that Qin Xiaoguo only set up her stall when it was fair day. So he had no choice but to come back.