Qiao Jierou picked up the menu. After asking Old Madam Qiao for her opinion, she ordered three or four types of porridge and desserts. They were all popular items in the shop.
A moment later, the manager of the porridge shop received a call. He immediately tensed up and walked toward Qiao Jierou and Old Madam Qiao.
"Please leave this restaurant immediately."
"Have you run out of the things we ordered?" Qiao Jierou's voice was gentle. "If so, we can change our orders."
The manager smiled. "What about that porridge, then?"
Following his finger, Old Madam Qiao and Qiao Jierou looked over together and saw a few huskies fighting for a few bowls of porridge and dessert in the backyard.
Old Madam Qiao could tell that the food was what she had ordered.
Old Madam Qiao flew into a rage. "What do you mean by this?"
