GASP.
Was this one of those legendary Versailles people who, upon failing to start a business, would be forced to go back and inherit a multi-billion-dollar fortune?
Qiuqiu expressed her extreme sympathy and wished Mei Lin early success.
Mei Lin hummed in agreement, feeling greatly encouraged. "I believe in you!" She wasn't expressing belief in herself, but rather in Qiuqiu.
"Believe in me?"
"Yes, I believe the aroma of your food... can conquer everyone!" Mei Lin was brimming with confidence. "After all, even I like it a lot." Her expression seemed to say that if Qiuqiu's food could conquer her, there was no way it wouldn't easily conquer those ordinary mortals. It was a bit arrogant, but not at all annoying.
"Then it's settled. As long as you negotiate the details with Little President Qian, it'll be fine."
"Mhm." After Mei Lin agreed, she glanced up at the sky. "I'll head back first then. I won't disturb you any longer."
