After Chu Ge finished ordering, Mu Xiaoting was still standing aside, feeling extremely uncomfortable with everything in her line of sight. Her eye twitched slightly involuntarily.
Chu Ge took a big gulp of the ice-cold beer the vendor handed over, exhaled a large puff of alcohol, turned, and looked at Mu Xiaoting, who was visibly conflicted, and raised the corners of his mouth teasingly.
"What? Are you used to eating while standing?"
"Uh... of course not." Mu Xiaoting's expression froze, forcing a smile. She glanced at the vendor who had stepped aside to attract more customers, "Boss, could you please wipe the table?"
"Sure."
The vendor happily agreed, though her smile harbored a hint of disdain for this picky young lady. Nevertheless, she quickly grabbed a cloth, white but yellowing, and hastily wiped the table twice in front of Mu Xiaoting before moving on.
