"Boss, can you still make a parfait here?" Meanwhile, on the first floor, a regular female office worker curiously watched Liu Sang and asked him. Liu Sang nodded in acknowledgment, he had just told Wang Jiahui that they could certainly make one.
Chen Yu squinted his eyes; his memory began to blur again. There must be some connection between this Liu Sang and the fabricator of memories. Chen Yu decided to observe further—Liu Sang's parents had gone to the island country, which might be related to the other person's parents.
"Of course, it can be done, but since parfait is cold, I generally recommend eating it about half an hour after the meal," Liu Sang calmly cooked noodles as he took an order for a bowl of braised beef noodles from a guest.
