"Boss, the National Day is approaching. Are we going to operate during the holiday?"
It was just past breakfast time, and the store was not as busy as before. Lu Shuwu sat at the counter, slowly making soup dumplings while glancing at Jiang Yu, who was sitting beside him. He couldn't help but twitch his eyelids.
"National Day, huh, are you feeling homesick?"
Jiang Yu held a white radish in one hand and a knife in the other, carefully carving something into the radish with the tip of the knife.
While he was busy carving, he continued to chat with Lu Shuwu,
"If you're feeling homesick, just go home for a few days. I'll see how it goes; I might also make a trip back home."
