"Boss Huang, we're here..."
At ten o'clock, that group of idle wealthy second-generation youngsters pushed the door open and walked into the store. As soon as they entered, they greeted Huang Tao from afar.
Huang Tao replied with a smile, "Hello ~"
"Hey, good!"
Ma Junwen rubbed his own belly and asked with a grin, "Boss Huang, it's already ten, shouldn't you be open by now? None of us have had breakfast yet!"
The other wealthy second-generation folks echoed, "Yeah, yeah, we're still hungry, waiting to eat your lunch!"
Ever since they moved here and found out that Huang Tao's new shop doesn't serve breakfast, they abandoned their breakfast habits.
It's not that they don't want to eat breakfast!
It's just that their palates, spoiled by Huang Tao, have no appetite for breakfast at other places in the city.
So much so that they'd rather be entwined with their blankets in the morning than go out and buy breakfast from nearby spots.
Of course.
