In the beginning, there were no customers at all.
Lin Wanwan was not in a hurry. From time to time, she would look at Lu Zhanbei, who was cutting vegetables. She did not know what she had thought of, but she pursed her lips and smiled.
Lu Zhanbei, who was wearing a mask, raised his eyebrows behind his sunglasses.
“What are you laughing at?”
“If it were a few years ago, I’m afraid that I would never have thought that the high and mighty Mr. Lu would sell pancake fruits on the road with me. He’s too down-to-earth. TSK TSK, look at our President Lu’s hands, which only handle contracts worth hundreds of millions. He’s actually kneading dough. hahaha!”
Lu zhanbei calmly acknowledged, “A married man follows a married man. All men should learn from me.”
“Narcissistic.”
The two of them worked while chatting.
