It wasn't boring at all.
Jiang Tanyue bought a series of tools, set up a small cart and a stall, everything was ready, and they were just waiting to sell grilled tofu tomorrow.
Lu Jingzhi completely forgot about this arrangement.
She stretched lazily, bored to death, and suddenly turned her head to look at Jiang Wunian as if she thought of something. As expected, she saw a face that showed utter despair and disgust with the world.
Realizing that Xiaomiao was looking at her, Jiang Wunian tried to cover her flustered expression with her hand.
"Xiaoya is a level 10 social phobia sufferer. Are you sure you want to take her to set up a stall?"
Jiang Tanyue nodded, "She doesn't need to talk, and I will handle the talking."
"If it's not a small stall but a kitchen, where she only needs to face the ingredients, Xiaoya shouldn't be so flustered, right?" Lu Jingzhi pondered, stroking her chin.
Social phobia is troublesome indeed.
