Lu Nan glanced at Su Xiaoluo in deep concern. Could she really take on the Song siblings all by herself?
Jin Yubin also turned back, narrowing his long phoenix eyes as he sized up the man and woman being so "courteously received" by Su Xiaoluo.
"Lemon apple juice, I guess. Brother, what do you think?" Song Zhixin ignored Lu Nan and Jin Yubin entirely.
Song Yanmo, behind her, nodded.
A fake smile hung on Su Xiaoluo's face. "The apples are a little sour today. Is that alright?"
Dai Yicheng had rejected the invitation she had practically delivered to his doorstep. Of course Song Zhixin felt sour about it.
Her gentle smile stiffened for an instant, fleeting and impossible to capture. "That's fine."
"Then I'll add some sugar."
Su Xiaoluo made the decision herself. With one glance from her, Jin Yubin understood. Just as he was about to cut the fruit, Song Zhixin suddenly smiled and pleaded, "Xiaoluo, can I have juice you squeezed yourself?"
Well played, Song Zhixin!
Su Xiaoluo wanted to applaud her again. Trying to win back a round, were you? Fine!
Taking the fruit knife from Jin Yubin's hand, Su Xiaoluo made it dance up and down. Plenty of lemons, barely any apples. As she put them into the juicer, a sly smile curled her lips.
Jin Yubin truly was Su Xiaoluo's most capable shop assistant. Throughout the entire process, he blocked everyone's view, and no one could see how she had made the juice.
Straining out the pulp and pouring it into cups, Su Xiaoluo set two glasses of lemon apple juice before Song Yanmo and Song Zhixin in one smooth motion.
"That'll be twenty-two."
Song Yanmo froze for a moment, then silently took out his wallet and pulled out a hundred-yuan bill. "Keep the change."