Inside the noodle shop, Zhou Jingliang and Zhang Jingjing finished their meal.
Seeing that Lin Jiang hadn't returned, they started chatting while drinking plum juice.
"Ever since we walked in, this place has been constantly packed. I can't even imagine how much money this shop must be making."
As she spoke, Zhang Jingjing was still looking around, feeling as if people were just stuffing money directly into Lin Jiang's pockets.
"He used to run this shop all by himself, waking up early and working late. To make a little more money, he did everything on his own. He's finally made it through the hard times."
Zhou Jingliang was filled with emotion. He was genuinely happy for Lin Jiang that the shop was doing so well.
"With business this good, I think there has to be a secret recipe."
"Goes without saying. You can't succeed without some real skill," Zhou Jingliang said as if it were obvious.
