Luo Yuejiao was busy washing dishes behind the stall, and after squatting for a long time, she began to feel some back pain. So, she stood up to stretch and, while pounding on her own back, pulled Hua Xiaomai aside and whispered, "Xiaomai, I see that those rich people aren't anything special! The female boss has a nice way of eating, but the other two, they don't care about their appearances at all, you see."
While saying this, she even nodded towards the direction of Zhao Laoye and Ke Zhenwu.
Hua Xiaomai, who was ladling noodles, glanced over in that direction and laughed softly, "Do you think that being a bit wealthier gives them an extra eye?"
Luo Yuejiao shook her head, "No, what I mean is, seeing how much they enjoy the food, it's clear they really like what you cook. It shows your skills are truly amazing!"
"Mm, you really have a sweet mouth," Hua Xiaomai said half-seriously as she eyed her, about to serve the noodles she had in hand, when Song Jingxi called out to her.
