As Lin Yuan was busy wrapping the shaomai, she was startled by a sudden embrace from behind, but when she recognized the familiar scent of Xia Zheng, she couldn't help feeling a bit embarrassed.
Looking up, she saw all the chefs pretending to be engrossed in their work, as if the two of them were invisible. Flushed with embarrassment, she elbowed the person behind her, "Hey, get off! Can't you see I'm busy?"
Xia Zheng, enjoying the hug, didn't intend to let go and hummed affirmatively with a playful tone.
Lin Yuan touched her forehead in exasperation. Was this clingy guy really the same one who had caused trouble at her mooncake stall?
"Your mother and the others are waiting for us to have dinner, I need to hurry up. You should sit aside for a while." Fearing that Xia Zheng might throw a childlike tantrum, Lin Yuan offered a bitter smile and tried to negotiate gently, "Is that okay?"
