After the shop opened, every day was bustling with busyness, and time flew by quickly. In the blink of an eye, a week had passed, and the business was still doing great. There was no shortage of people coming in to reserve old hens, with at least one or two almost every day.
Zhang Qian also grew more familiar with them over time. Although she wasn't much of a talker, she at least dared to lift her head up and speak, and she wasn't lazy in her work. Shen Mianmian was quite satisfied with her.
However, what Shen Mianmian never expected was that some people seemed predestined to cross paths with you, impossible to avoid.
On this day, business was as usual, but come lunchtime, everyone was so busy that they couldn't spare a moment. So, they asked Zhang Qian to go buy the meal. Unexpectedly, when she came back, she brought someone with her.
"Mianmian, he is my cousin, named Gu Jianbin."
