Liu Yan left Yu Yu inside, took two steps out alone, and saw a man hesitantly pushing the door, looking in uncertainly.
"Excuse me, is there anyone?"
"What's the matter?"
Liu Yan came around from the kitchen.
The visitor was about forty years old, and although the clothes were wrinkled, those who knew it could see that it was worth a lot.
And from his wrinkled face, she could vaguely distinguish traces of the good old life.
It's just that the hair exposed outside the hat has turned white.
After seeing Liu Yan, the man was obviously relieved, and an extremely strong light suddenly burst out in his eyes.
"Excuse me, is it open today?"
Liu Yan rushed to the eccentric customer and shook her head, "It will start the day after tomorrow."
