It had been a long time since Yun Xiangxiang enjoyed the springtime of youth so with her friends.
Fooling around with them, even a simple chat could make her feel young and alive.
Whether it was because they were losing too much or that roast ducks tasted too good, their appetites were greatly stimulated. Their group of fourteen ate thirty roast ducks. One person ate two roast ducks on average. It was fortunate that the supply was enough here.
"Ai ai ai, Xiangxiang. An event is going on here," Song Meng saw the ad standing beside the counter when they were paying the bill.
It was Women's Day tomorrow. They could poke the balloons if they spent enough money. There would be discounts, real items, and discount vouchers in the balloons.
"Yep, you can poke a balloon," the cashier gave Yun Xiangxiang a bamboo stick that had a sharp piece of metal tied to it.
