I Don't Have That Intention

The scallion mutton was unerringly dropped onto Bao Shijie's handsome black suit.

The steaming lamb and onions quickly formed a beautiful pattern on his body, and then like a meteor, he fell to the ground.

Bao Shijie reflexively stood up and slapped himself.

Ye Yundan quickly apologized, "Aiya, I'm sorry, Manager Bao. Look..." Look at me... I'm really sorry, let me wipe it off for you...

From the napkin box on the side, he pulled out a few tissues and wiped them on Bao Shijie's body.

It was a pity that the more he wiped, the larger the area of the oil slick became. In terms of cooking, Ye Yundan was still willing to put oil in.