Wang Fan glanced at the two people at the door. They were both wearing sportswear, with a slight trace of moisture on them, probably just finished their morning exercises.
"I'm really sorry, we don't serve breakfast here."
Cheng Feifei and Fu Xiangyun looked at each other in disappointment, and Fu Xiangyun pointed at the pot without giving up: "Isn't what you're making right now breakfast?"
Wang Fan shook his head: "This is our employee meal. We usually open for business at 10 o'clock."
The two were even more disappointed. After entering the shop, the rich aroma of the sour and spicy scent became stronger, making them eager to try it.
Zhuo Qianqian turned slightly to look at the door, seeing the disappointed expressions of the two young ladies, she felt a bit sorry for them, and looked back at the pot, asking: "Boss, I see you've made a lot. It seems like we two can't finish it? How about letting them have some?"
