Shen Lan secretly rolled her eyes. 'These idiots only know how to chase celebrities; they have no plans for their own futures.'
But at the same time, Shen Lan was also very envious of them.
Pan Junru and the others were so naive because their families doted on them.
If she had the same kind of family, she'd be living the carefree life of a rich young lady, not like now, where she had to fight for everything herself.
Shen Lan composed herself and cut the ribbon herself.
A lot of people came to celebrate, most of them friends and family of Pan Junru. No one seemed surprised that a young woman was the one cutting the ribbon.
After all, it was just a private kitchen—a small business, nothing more. If a young woman wanted to cut the ribbon, so be it.
After a full day of work, Shen Lan was physically and mentally exhausted.
She had to greet guests and cook, spinning around like a top.
