"Pfft!"
Gazing at the pitiful shopkeeper, Xuexue couldn't help but laugh out loud. She didn't keep them in suspense any longer and turned to the Waiter Xiao Tong beside her, saying, "Hurry to the kitchen and bring a clean knife over."
Xiao Tong didn't understand what Xuexue meant. Standing still, he turned to look at Shopkeeper Fan, his eyes full of questions, as if asking, "Shopkeeper, should I go or not?"
"What are you dawdling for? If Miss Mo tells you to go, then hurry up and get it," the shopkeeper waved his hand impatiently.
This Xiao Tong, normally so clever—why did he drop the ball at the crucial moment! Really.
"Yes! I'm on it immediately," realization dawning on him, Xiao Tong dashed off like a shot.
Then, the sound of hasty footsteps descending the stairs followed.
Soon, he returned from the kitchen with a clean knife in hand.
"Shopkeeper, here's the knife," Xiao Tong said breathlessly, his forehead beaded with sweat.
"Hand it to Brother Niu," Xuexue directed.