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Although Mo Xiangwan doesn't believe in Buddhism, he is still in awe of these temples in Chiang Mai that have been around for a long time but still maintain their splendor, hidden among the greenery and hidden in the modern city.
Fang Xing parked his motorcycle and observed the terrain, but he was not in a hurry to open a stall, but found a good location and settled Mo Xiangwan down.

Put a small mat for Mo Xiangwan, and spread a colorful cloth surface for her, put the handicrafts that girls like on it, and tell Mo Xiangwan the price at which she can sell it.

Mo Xiangwan carefully wrote down the price, and saw Fang Xing holding the remaining crafts and starting to walk among the crowd.

It turned out that he asked Mo Xiangwan to sit on the sidelines and sell handicrafts by himself. This way, he could sell more goods. [

Without Fang Xing by his side, Mo Xiangwan felt very guilty just relying on Mo Xiangwan's poor English.

But Fang Xing taught her a good way.

That is to hold a calculator. No matter which country people come, they only need to hold the calculator and bargain with others, and there is no need for Mo Xiangwan to speak at all.

Because, □□numbers are common all over the world!

This good method made Mo Xiangwan almost invincible.

In the afternoon, Mo Xiangwan was able to hold a calculator, speak English, and bargain with a few Australians, which really impressed Fang Xing.

As the sun was setting, Fang Xing and Mo Xiangwan actually sold all the handicrafts they brought over!

Fang Xingle counted the banknotes happily, "It's much better than I imagined! I plan to take the leftovers from the sale at night and continue to set up a stall at Wanwan Hot Pot! Unexpectedly, they were all sold out." !"

He looked at Mo Xiangwan admiringly, "I didn't see it, but you are quite powerful! You are much more powerful than I imagined. You look delicate and weak, and you don't back down even though you are suffering!"

Mo Xiangwan was embarrassed by Fang Xing's praise.

Fang Xing smiled, "Let's go, I'll invite you to eat ten thousand people's hot pot! Those who come to Chiang Mai for tourism will definitely go there at night! Let's also go to open our eyes."

Mo Xiangwan thought of the scene of the steaming hot pot, and immediately felt empty in his stomach. The feeling of hunger had just arrived, and his stomach let out a groan when it got better.

Fang Xing burst out laughing, "I've starved you to death! Let's go, let's eat hot pot!"

Mo Xiangwan packed up, carried a ponytail, and followed Fang Xing like a follower.

It's still Fang Xing's old motorcycle, beeping left and right, in the bustling Chiang Mai night market, like a nimble little fish, wagging its tail and running happily.

From the process of selling handicrafts, the two of them experienced a full sense of accomplishment, which made them feel extremely comfortable.

As night fell in Chiang Mai, the heat dissipated, and the night breeze carried the coolness and the smell of food. Colorful neon lights hit Mo Xiangwan's body, and all kinds of signboards above his head flashed one after another like slides. Wan felt so relaxed that he was about to fly.

When we arrived at the hot pot for thousands of people, there were already quite a few tourists sitting around, all of whom seemed to be attracted by the name, holding up their cameras and mobile phones to take pictures of the hot pot for a while.

The hot pot is self-service. After Fang Xing and Mo Xiangwan found a place, they each picked out a lot of vegetables and meat that they liked to eat. [