Jiang Huan and Wu Ping instinctively did not answer this sentence, but they got the point of this sentence strangely, subconsciously glanced at the table opposite, and they were very sensible and did not ask again.
For a while, there were only the sounds of eating on the dining table and the bustle of hawking around.
After eating, Taylor Rong touched his bulging belly and raised his eyes: "It feels good."
Chen Jing nodded: "Their food is delicious, no wonder the business is so good every day."
Jiang Huan came over with some unfinished skewers in his hand: "Boss, do you want to go to the night market? Wu Ping and I went back first. This stuff is too cold and oily, so it doesn't taste good."
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