Zhao Lingling didn't believe in curses as she picked up the second, third, and continued until she had measured all fifteen cups, only then did she look at Qin Yu as if he were some sort of mythical creature.
"Mr. Qin, how do you have such an unusual talent? Do you have a built-in scale or something?"
"Mr. Qin is so handsome. I want to adjust the weight of the wine in the comforters with my bare hands too!" Zhang Ping's eyes twinkled with stars.
"My method isn't widespread; you'll still need a balance scale when you challenge Cup Mountain."
Qin Yu grinned, obviously enjoying the adoration from the girls.
"Mr. Qin, let's start building Cup Mountain now."
Seeing Qin Yu's calm gaze, Du Wenjun was touched; a daunting idea suddenly popped into her mind.
Perhaps.
This Mr. Qin might actually be able to complete this impossible task!
"Okay."
Qin Yu nodded, then picked up the stainless steel serving tray on the table, and carefully wiped it down.
