Scoundrels

The 20 roasted ducks were quickly snatched by the regular customers. Those who did not manage to snatch them all had a look of regret on their faces. "Little Lady, grill more tomorrow. This isn't even enough."

Jian Qingqing smiled. "Auntie, I'm sorry. My family's grill can only roast 20 ducks at most. In the future, there will only be a supply of 20 ducks every day. You can also buy stewed meat. Stewed meat is also very delicious."

Hearing this, all the guests present felt sorry. They also knew that stewed meat was delicious, but the roast duck also looked very delicious. It would be wonderful if they could take turns to buy it.

"Then can you accept a reservation? That way, I won't have to fight over it tomorrow." Someone thought of another idea.

"I'm sorry, reservation is not accepted."

"Okay." It seemed that she could only come earlier tomorrow to fight over it.