What kind of deep exchange, of course, is just teasing and bragging. Reminded by Zhu Qing knocking on the door, Xia Yu realized that the shop outside was already packed. If this head chef doesn't get into work mode soon, won't the customers flood him with bad reviews?
With a task of 10,000 likes, Xia Yu couldn't afford to be careless.
Sen Tian Makoto shyly said, "Put, put me down!"
Being princess-carried in public, the bold girl was obviously a bit embarrassed. As she slid down to the ground, her hands still gripping her skirt's hem, she bowed her head, face blushing, not daring to meet anyone's eyes.
She didn't notice that among those gazes, more or less, there was envy. Otherwise, the girl could have stood tall, displaying the posture of a victor, high and mighty, casting a group taunt skill at a bunch of envious "losers," then basking in their wailing.
Zhu Qing looked over with amusement.
