The people around her just looked at her like some alien from outer space who was trying to poison them.
No one moved or said anything.
They all looked as if they had been frozen in place.
No one could blame them for thinking that they were dreaming.
It had been so long since some of them smelled the aroma of meat or something as fresh as soup.
All of them thought that they were hallucinating and the scene in front of them wasn't real.
They were afraid of moving and shattering the illusion. So, everyone remained in place and refused to move an inch.
Chu Miao, however, didn't understand their sentiments and thought that they were dissatisfied with the meal she had offered.
"Is it that you don't like the soup or is it the buns?" She asked curiously, her brows furrowed so much they could trap a fly.
