"Xiao Yan is too young, his stomach isn't up to it."
"You're worried about the cleanliness here, right? Don't worry, although this stall is set up by the roadside, it's absolutely clean," Lan Xin Ai patted her chest, how could she bring Xiao Yan to eat here if it wasn't clean.
"This customer is right, don't judge us by being a roadside stall, our hygiene is absolutely top-notch. If you don't believe it, you can go and check our area where we wash vegetables, dishes, and stir-fry," said the stall owner.
The owner was a burly man, looking particularly robust, with a very loud voice.
Once he said this, the people around immediately commented, "I've been eating here for years and never had a stomach problem; the owner keeps it really clean."
"Yes, indeed."
With a blush on her face, Lan Xin Ai pulled Xi Yemo to sit down: "Don't you trust your wife? Or does Young Master Xi look down on this roadside stall?"
