Qiao Duo'er doesn't like the smell of raw meat, but at least there aren't such upsetting people inside.
It wasn't until Chen Dashan and Mrs. Dashan had finally finished the current rush that they had time to serve Qiao Duo'er and her husband.
"I'm really sorry, we've been too busy and just couldn't get away,"
Mrs. Dashan said apologetically.
Qiao Duo'er shook her head, "It's our fault for coming at the wrong time, delaying your business."
"Not at all, the customers come in waves, as if they had an appointment. Once this busy period is over, it'll be fine. The tea has gone cold; I'll go get a fresh pot."
Mrs. Dashan touched the teapot and became even more flustered.
Qiao Duo'er and Tan Zhenghong were their noble people; how could they treat their guests like this?
"Sister-in-law, don't fuss over us, let's just settle the account quickly," Qiao Duo'er hurriedly intervened.
The weather was too cold now; she didn't want to come out every day.
