"Boss, boss, do you remember me?"
Wang Fan, who was cutting meat, was taken aback upon hearing the voice. To be honest, he really did remember that voice.
It's not that he had any special thoughts about her, but rather because this young lady had once said, "With so little chili, even if you dripped it on my hemorrhoid, I wouldn't scream." That was just too fierce.
Wang Fan smiled and said, "I remember, you bought my rice noodle rolls before."
Zhou Ruoqing raised her hand and said, "Me too, me too."
Shen Yu continued, "Boss, do you have a QQ account? We have a fan group for you, full of people who have bought your rice noodle rolls and steamed buns. Since you're always running around the world, we can't support your business even if we want to."
QQ account?
Wang Fan scratched his head when he heard this. He really didn't have one.
