This time, it was Ming Lingyi's turn to be speechless.
Ming Lingyi glanced helplessly at the chubby girl beside her. "Xiao Chun, you're so loud, Granny Wang can hear you."
Xiao Chun gasped, her eyes widening.
She had forgotten.
"We're running a business. What's so strange about Granny Wang coming to eat?" Ming Lingyi added.
As she spoke, she prepared another portion of sesame paste sauce, then lifted the cooked noodles from the pot and gestured for Xiao Chun to serve them.
"Be polite," she said.
Xiao Chun muttered an "Oh" and carried the noodles out.
Xiao Chun was about to feel embarrassed, well aware of how loud her voice was, but before she could, a commotion faintly drifted in from outside.
Before Xiao Chun could react, the noise swelled from a distant clamor to a roar right outside. The next second, a crowd of people swarmed into their restaurant—
"Miss Ming! I want a milk tea!"
"Miss Ming! Ten Jade Plum Shocking Snow Cakes!"
