Yan Xianjue frowned slightly.
He noticed that Yao Weiran's two hands were trembling to varying degrees.
Just now, when he watched the other man writing and drawing in his notebook, he clearly hadn't shown this symptom.
He asked hesitatingly, "You shouldn't be on drugs, right?"
Yan Xianjue swore that this was already his absolute bottom line.
If the other man dared to nod, he would immediately turn around and get back in the car.
Fortunately, Yao Weiran's lowered head shook like a rattle-drum.
After receiving the other man's reply, Yan Xianjue softened his voice. "Alright, then don't be nervous. Take a deep breath."
Luckily, he had some experience getting along with his second older sister.
When facing strangers, his second older sister would also have this slight condition.
Perhaps this was also something geniuses had in common?
Yan Xianjue let out a helpless sigh and bent down to pick up the knife that had fallen to the ground.
He looked at the paring knife in his hand.
How should he put it? The other man still had a pretty good grasp of his own abilities.
Among a crowd of snacks, he hadn't chosen the more difficult egg pancake or grilled cold noodles.
Instead, he chose the simplest deep-fried skewers.
The merchandise was also one and only one item—starch sausage.
He had also chosen a paring knife, which was easier to handle.
Even so, Yao Weiran still kept running into issues.
Yan Xianjue rinsed the knife in the bucket of water beside him and placed it back in its previous position.
He turned his head to the side and saw that Yao Weiran was still standing obediently in place like a student who had made a mistake.
The other man's complexion and gaze were completely blocked by his long, drooping