The electric scooter had crashed so tragically, passersby all looked over, and it took half a minute before someone went to help her up.
As for Jiang Ning, he walked straight past.
How could he possibly go help?
He wasn't Wang Longlong, who gave a sweet date after hitting someone with a stick.
Passing by the electric scooter and going another twenty meters, he arrived at the mutton soup restaurant.
A middle-aged man stood in front of the soup pot at the entrance, and an elderly grandmother with a kind face sat in front of the table inside.
The old grandmother greeted the customers, "We have mutton soup and mutton noodles, flatbread, too. Have a look and eat what you like."
Jiang Ning had been here before, and he looked at the sign on the wall, which listed:
Mutton soup: 6 yuan/bowl, Flatbread: 2 yuan/piece.
The prices were moderate and not expensive. A typical student could get a full meal for 8 yuan.
