Su Yun's heart sank. That voice…
She turned and saw Pei Meng stepping into the crowd, grinning like an idiot.
Oh no.
"She's new to this! She's still learning! Give her some time, and I'm sure she'll improve!" Pei Meng clapped a hand on Su Yun's shoulder, beaming. "Besides, she's my fiancée! I'll personally make sure she gets better at cooking!"
The crowd exchanged glances before slowly nodding.
"Well… if she improves the taste and lowers the price, maybe I'll try again."
"Yeah, but she better not try to scam us next time."
"Fine. We'll give her one more chance."
As the crowd started dispersing, Su Yun stood frozen, her fists trembling at her sides.
She wanted to scream, to throw Pei Meng into the nearest wall, but she had to hold it in.
She forced a smile, even as she felt like crying.
'I hate this. I hate this so much.'
What Pei Meng said just now confirmed that her cooking wasn't good!
This b*stard!