Gu yuehuan sneered at these voices.

In the 1980s, although setting up a stall could start a business and get rich, it was an disgraceful job in the eyes of most people.

To put it bluntly, setting up a stall is the bottom job. You can\'t find a job, so you can only set up a stall. Anyone who can enter a factory makes more money than this.

Not to mention those who can read, being admitted to a civil servant and being assigned a job by the state are more respectable than this.

Gu yuehuan wanted to get angry, but he thought it was Huo Qingyue\'s colleague. It was bad to get a moth in the office if he offended him.

After half an hour, she got everything ready and sent it to them. After drinking a mouthful of milk tea, Lin ChuChu immediately spit it out, deliberately finding fault, and said with an artificial expression, "what is this thing? It\'s so hard to drink?"

The rest of the people immediately understood, and also drank a mouthful and spit out, "what a terrible thing to drink, why is it so hard to drink? Is this for people to drink? I don\'t know, I thought it was for pigs. This thing can make money?"

At this time, several people passed by. They wanted to see what they were selling and asked for one. Hearing this, they hurried away.

Gu yuehuan was stunned.

She knows where these women come to eat. It\'s obvious that they are just looking for trouble. Who dares to eat here?

She turned around and looked at the women led by Lin ChuChu. She didn\'t dare to get angry. She could only bite her teeth and ask, "are you so hard to drink, little sisters? Are you here to eat or to find fault?"

Lin ChuChu got up at this time, his face was angry, and he directly scolded her: "Qingyue object, isn\'t this a tough thing for you? We\'re here to eat, and you\'re not delicious. Let\'s say it\'s really not delicious. If I say it\'s not delicious alone, it may be my problem. If we all say it\'s not delicious, it must be the problem of your food. You can sell such terrible things."