Zhou Siyu's face instantly fell, revealing small cracks in her cute and sassy makeup. Looking at Qiao Xiaren's indifferent face, she gritted her teeth in annoyance.
What the hell? Shouldn't a normal person invite her to sit down? Besides, she had initiated the conversation.
Glances were shooting from all directions. Zhou Siyu was on the verge of snapping, standing in extreme embarrassment. But being fiercely proud and face-saving, she could only stand there pretending nothing had happened.
Caught between a rock and a hard place, she wished she could just vanish into thin air.
Ironically, two people had no idea about the embarrassment they were causing, and were discussing side dishes.
"Is the spice level here good enough for you?"
"Not bad, pretty authentic."
"Should we get some hot water too? Top-level spice with hot water, it's euphoric!"
...
Ignored for so long, Zhou Siyu finally lost patience: "Yeqian..."