Lin Shuang suddenly became a bit curious.
At that rate, if he had chosen "Emilia's white hair," could he have launched little ice cones like Emilia?
But it didn't matter now.
He was a staunch Rem supporter—Rem would always beat Emilia!
Lin Shuang took a sip of the rib soup, which contained lots of herbal medicine; indeed, the soup brewed from Chinese herbs was fragrant.
"Ayao, you have a day off tomorrow, got any plans?"
Tong Yao, dressed as Rem, stared blankly at him. Her eyes, visible under the blue hair, turned around twice before she realized, "Master... are you calling me?"
"Yes, there's no one else at home."
"Ayao..." Tong Yao snickered stealthily then quickly pursed her lips, "No one has called me that before, I didn't react for a moment. I don't have plans for tomorrow, master."
Lin Shuang put a piece of rib on her plate, "Then help me make some dumplings and glutinous rice balls in the morning—oh right, Ayao, do you know how to make them?"
