"Ding-a-ling~"
The door of the shop was gently pushed open, and the bell hanging above the glass door made a series of crisp clashing sounds as it swung.
The transparent curtain hanging at the entrance of the shop fluttered wildly with the wind.
Both Song Cailian and Ding Suqin at the counter couldn't help but curiously look over.
Seeing two women come in, everyone felt they looked familiar, but couldn't quite recognize them at first.
They all thought they were customers coming in for a meal!
Speaking of which!
Aren't they a bit early?
It's not even 3 o'clock yet!
Even those neighborhood folks haven't come to line up yet!
Song Cailian, who was assisting Ding Suqin, apologized politely, "Sorry, ladies, but our dinner service starts at 5. Why don't you wander around a bit and come back later?"
Ye Wen: "..."
Liu Menglin: "..."
It was just one night, and they couldn't recognize them anymore?
Is their memory really that bad?
