Qingtian Barbecue stall had truly made a name for itself at the Red Light Night Market.
Before even getting close to the barbecue stall, the aromatic scent floated out and invaded people's nostrils, stirring appetites and leading them unconsciously towards the aroma.
"Fang Yi oppa, when are you going to open a branch? Counting money every day is really tiresome," complained Han Xiuzhen during a moment of free time.
Although counting a lot of money every day literally meant getting hand cramps from counting money, Han Xiuzhen was fed up. The business at Qingtian Barbecue was too good every evening, and even the normally hardworking and uncomplaining her couldn't help but voice out.
Fang Yi glanced at the nearby stalls that were doing poorly and smiled, "Don't worry, it will be soon, just a day or two."
With a goal in mind, Han Xiuzhen stopped complaining and continued to collect and give change.
