The middle-aged woman nodded, motioning to the middle-aged man, "Hurry up then, we're almost out of vinegar at the shop. You should quickly blend the vinegar."
After saying this, the middle-aged woman's gaze swept over Huo Sining, as if a bit puzzled, but she didn't say anything more and turned to go inside the shop.
Huo Sining jumped down from the car, glanced at the small noodle shop a few times, which was less than fifty square meters. There were seven or eight tables, but each table was full of people, indicating that business was quite good.
Now Huo Sining understood what the middle-aged man meant by ruining a vat of vinegar. His shop was a noodle shop, selling Xi Shan noodles, and the people from Xishan loved vinegar. Eating noodles without adding vinegar was absolutely unacceptable.
No wonder the middle-aged man would go such a long way to purchase high-concentration acetic acid, presumably preparing to make edible vinegar himself.
