Cao Tianrui tilted his head to have a look.
"Damn?"
Two familiar backs were ordering two servings of tomahawk steak noodles, just like him, chatting and laughing.
Ma Juntao and Pan Siyu were staring at Chen Mo grilling the steak, practically drooling at the mouth.
"Little boss, with your skills, why not pick a better place to set up your stall? There aren't many people here." Ma Juntao had already started worrying about Chen Mo.
This beef noodle is so delicious, what if the owner goes out of business and I can't eat it anymore?
Pan Siyu nodded solemnly, "Indeed, if you took your skills to the night market, wouldn't you snatch away all the business from those little bosses?"
Cao Tianrui listened to these two, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
Thinking, you're both about to be out of a job, and you're worrying about someone else?
Chen Mo smiled, "Mainly doing it for the charity meal event, otherwise, I wouldn't have set up a stall here. Here, your meals are ready."
