Three tables were set up outside Jixiang Noodle House, each with seven or eight people, making the place look quite lively.
Many people on the street selling snacks glanced over, puzzled as to why the usually quiet noodle house was suddenly so bustling.
The small boss named Mao Xuewang peeked into the noodle house, seeing Li Xiaoqin busy, and after hesitating for a moment, he went over: "What's going on? Why are there so many customers today?"
Li Xiaoqin had never served so many customers before. She didn't even have time to lift her head and responded casually: "Oh, they're my husband Old Zhao's colleagues."
"Colleagues?" Mao Xuewang was stunned.
Everyone knew Zhao Erdan was a security guard, but they never thought Zhao Erdan was so well-connected, inviting over twenty colleagues all at once.
And looking at them, they all seemed very polite.
"His wife, looks like Old Zhao is doing well; do you still need to work so hard?" Mao Xuewang said enviously.
