The result was two photos sent simultaneously by Fang Ya and Song Xuanxuan.
They had been taken with the phone held high.
A long, winding "S"-shaped queue, a sea of dark heads, anxious expressions, and people swallowing their saliva...
The message conveyed by the photos was clear—booming business.
At the end of the line stood a stall set up from a three-wheeler food cart.
Inside, a handsome man was frying rice noodles.
This was the first time Shen Muyan had seen Lu Qin running a stall and cooking.
Serious. Focused!
His movements were skilled!
He gave off an invisible charm that drew the eye.
"President Shen?"
For the first time, Shen Muyan had lost focus during a meeting. Her exquisitely beautiful face shifted slightly.
But she quickly returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.
The meeting continued.
At the music festival.
A youthful, pretty girl appeared in the crowd, wearing a white baseball cap, pink sunglasses, and red-and-green dreadlocks.
She, too, had been drawn over by the aroma from Lu Qin's fried rice noodle stall.
As a true foodie, wherever there was good food, she had to taste it herself.
"I came to the right place!"
"This god-tier fried noodle stall has to be delicious. Look at how many people there are!"
But the line was too long!
It would probably take an hour before it was her turn.
She stopped a customer who had just finished buying food and asked sweetly,
"Hey, handsome, could you spare me a portion of what you're holding?"
"What? Spare you a portion? I queued for nearly half an hour! No way!"
Unwilling to give up, she stopped another customer, sounding even more earnest.
"If you want some, line up yourself! There's a purchase limit too! I can't spare even a bite!"
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