"If we order, do you get a commission?" one of the long-haired girls asked teasingly.
"Greek milk (I don't know)," Chen Yuan shook his head with a faint smile, looking exceptionally gentle and casual.
"Then, you can order for us. Please recommend something tasty."
"Mo chi ron (Of course)."
"By the way, can I ask for your name?"
"Chen Yuan."
"Yuan-kun, thank you."
At this, Chen Yuan simply smiled and nodded, refraining from speaking his poor Japanese.
The feeling of being a fish out of water, without real skills, yet still being thought of as a Japanese expert by the other party, was truly like walking a tightrope—damn exhilarating, as if you'd lied on your resume but still got the job.
Island Country girls sure are forward, their eyes practically melting.
"No worries, no worries; it's just work, he can tell the difference."
Seeing Xia Xinyu pouting and staring at them, her jealousy quite evident, Zhou Fu quickly touched her back to soothe her.
