"This is prepared by my brother, Sun Ming. He has practiced making it for a long time but feared that you might not like it, so he asked me to carry it to you and not to tell you about that," said Yuan Zhou naturally and earnestly.
"Huh?" Tang Yi couldn't help revealing a look of astonishment.
Once Yuan Zhou said that, other customers in the restaurant all turned to look at Sun Ming.
Nevertheless, Sun Ming just looked at Yuan Zhou with a puzzled look. Of course, his many things were ongoing in his mind at the same time.
"Damn it. Didn't I tell him to help me anonymously? What shall I do now? Do I need to say something? What's her expression like now? Does my goddess dislike it so much that she doesn't want to eat it anymore?" Sun Ming's thoughts popped out one after another like the numerous messages shown on the screen. On the surface, however, he was still stunned with his mouth tightly shut and totally didn't know what to say.
