"Has Wen Rong finished work yet?"
Fang Qing really ate a skewer of locusts. Ordinary girls definitely wouldn't dare touch it, but then again, ordinary girls wouldn't achieve such accomplishments.
The clock gradually approached eleven, yet the barbecue shop was still bustling with voices.
That's how business is—some leave, some come. It's now peak time for late-night snacks.
"Yeah, eleven-thirty."
"She's getting married soon and still hasn't taken a break?"
"They're nurses, not civil servants. Wedding leave is just a few days."
"That's quite tough. Is she on the middle shift today?"
"Yeah, the night shift means working nights."
"Your shop's business is getting better. Have you two discussed having her be a housewife after the wedding?"
They're on their third case of beer already, but with a 368ml bottle size, for four adults—all of whom can hold their liquor—it's hardly worth mentioning, especially Fu Zili, whose face remained unflushed and breath steady.
Indeed.
