Envy, jealousy, wishing I could trade places!
That's the heartfelt wish of everyone around.
Why am I not the one sitting there? Why do I have to stay outside the counter?
Why does Boss Wang have to like women, can't he like men?
Why make something so good but not sell it, is it because we don't have money?
After finishing half a lotus pastry, feeling a bit thirsty, Zhuo Qianqian picked up the fragrant beautyberry drink and gulped down a big mouthful.
She swore she only intended to take a small sip, but the cool, sweet and sour taste with a refreshing fruity aroma made it impossible for her to stop.
Not to mention it had lychee inside!
A bite of lotus pastry and a sip of beautyberry lychee drink completely opened Zhuo Qianqian's appetite.
A fair, slender hand eagerly picked up the other half of the lotus pastry and started eating it in big bites.
Wang Fan refilled the drink in the bowl whenever it ran low, attending to her needs attentively.
