Liu Yao always felt the employee selling clay oven-baked chickens looked familiar. It seemed she had seen him somewhere before, but she couldn't recall. The feeling was quite uncomfortable.
Previously, when she went to University Town Square to check in on Jiang Feng's roast duck, her attention was entirely on Jiang Feng, and she barely noticed Sun Zhuangfei. At most, she only glanced a few times. She couldn't help it; Jiang Feng was too eye-catching.
At the time, Liu Yao's gaze was fixed on him. Having finally seen him in person, she certainly had to get her fill in one go.
Jiang Feng was used to this and was always very gentle.
This time at the stall, Jiang Feng supervised from behind. Later, he would come to set up the food truck himself.
Soon, all the prepared clay oven-baked chickens were sold out. After the chickens were gone, they packed up and closed shop. In business, one must be decisive.
