C683 Long qingqing's depression

"La, la, la …" Lan Die's mood was especially good, so when he poured tea for Leng Fan to drink, he was still singing a small tune.

"Master, please have a taste of our store's special dishes." A middle-aged woman was quickly walking over with a plate in her hand.

Lan Die took the plate and smiled at the woman: "Mother, why have you come personally? Didn't you say I was here?"

The woman replied