That man gave her a side-glance, dawdled down the stool and then slowly climbed down the table. "We will end here today."
The restless crowd let out a collective sigh of liberation.
"As usual, those who aren't married, get out." That man ambled into the kitchen as he continued, "Otherwise… I'll make you vomit it out."
Meng Fuyao, who was sipping her tea, spurted it out. Zhangsun Wuji smiled as he gently patted her back. Meng Fuyao turned back with teary eyes and said, "Why is this dude so grumpy…"
Even though this grumpy man looked tough on the exterior, his dishes were indeed unrivaled. Meng Fuyao sat in the cabin, smelling the seductive, ambrosial aroma as she sighed. "How fragrant!"
"He just started the fire," a customer beside her commented unnecessarily.
"It's done! It's done!" Meng Fuyao exclaimed excitedly with sparkling eyes after a moment.
"He just put in some condiments." Another customer acted as a wet blanket.
