"Hur hur! Aren't you Ziming's girlfriend? Why don't you know what his taste in food? Don't you know that he dislikes eating fish?"
Although this woman's smile was gentle and her tone was friendly, her words gave Pei Ge an uncomfortable feeling.
"Oh? Looks like Miss Qiao understands our Ziming well."
She put down the menu and smiled at her.
"That's for sure. You probably don't know this because it hasn't been long since you met him, but he and I grew up together."
The other's smile deepened.
Both ladies were smiling and talking to each other friendlily, but the waitress inexplicably felt… as though the temperature had dropped by a few degrees.
"T-That… Two misses, do you still want to order the squirrel-shaped mandarin fish?"
The waitress felt as though she were about to crumble in this atmosphere; hence, she gulped and mustered up her courage to ask this question.
"No."
"Yes."
