Mu Xiaoxiao didn't know whether to laugh or to cry.
Auntie bowed to thank him for his help.
Mu Xiaoxiao waved her hand and said, "It's fine, Auntie. Hurry up and cook for us. I'm so hungry."
The middle-aged man looked at her startlingly. It seemed like he had never seen a girl like her before. The auntie nudged him and he snapped out of it. He gave her a polite nod before going back to the kitchen.
Shortly, Yin Shaojie came back. His hands were wet. He had washed his hands.
"Were they that dirty?" Mu Xiaoxiao asked funnily.
"Didn't you see? The baldy's shirt was stained with grease or something," Yin Shaojie said.
He could imagine the bald man as a filthy person who wiped his greasy hands on his own shirt.
Even if the cafeteria had good decor, he would never patronize it if it had an owner like that.
Mu Xiaoxiao got goosebumps. "Luckily you stopped him from touching me. Otherwise, I would have had to shower immediately."
