"Ahem! Shopkeeper—"
Liu Sisi's slender fingers tapped gently on the counter, her eyebrows and eyes curved in a charming arc.
Nan Tianzong jolted back to reality, instinctively wanting to use the book in his hand to block her view. Then he suddenly realized that he had been holding the Classic of Poetry upside down without even noticing, and his face turned beet red.
Like throwing a hot potato, he discarded the book in his hand, leaned down, shifted his direction, picked up a brush-pen, and started writing. He sneered coldly.
"What do you know? I am trying to read upside down on purpose, so I can recite it back-to-front. What are you still doing here? I'm hungry, you better go buy some noodles for me to eat."
"Buy... noodles? If you're hungry, why don't you go eat by yourself?"
Liu Sisi was somewhat surprised that Nan Tianzong actually asked her to run errands and buy noodles for him!
