"Go find a job or something."
Li Younan's words made the already closed and somewhat quiet hotpot restaurant seem even more silent.
Lu Xiaolan blinked, silently lowered her head, dipped a slice of beef tripe into the soup, put it in her bowl, blew on it, and took a taste, "Hmm... can't quite tell."
For her, most hotpots tasted the same.
But maybe because of Li Younan's words suggesting something was off, she felt as though something was indeed missing, but she couldn't pinpoint what.
Chen Kunjie was slightly stunned for half a second. After confirming that Li Younan was serious, he nodded in realization and said, "Oh, you mean my work skills are so strong that if I found a job, I'd earn more than running a hotpot restaurant, right?"
Li Younan couldn't help but roll his eyes.
