Perhaps a head chef at some upscale restaurant in later years, who claimed to be a certain master's successor or final disciple, was at this very moment merely the boy gutting fish at some eatery on the street.
And a supposedly century-old restaurant had only just hung up its new sign by the roadside.
Having eaten plenty of Shandong cuisine, Cui Jiuyang naturally spared no effort when he came to Guangfu for Cantonese food, eager to try every unfamiliar flavor.
Yet whatever he ate, Cui Jiuyang felt that something was a little off about Li Mingyue today.
Why was Senior Sister acting so strangely?
Every so often, she would glance at him and give him a meaningful smile that made his skin crawl.
Finally, Cui Jiuyang put down his half-eaten roast goose leg, wiped the grease from his mouth, and could not help asking, "Senior Sister, why do you keep staring at me and smiling so mysteriously today?"
Li Mingyue held a piece of Chinese yam between her chopsticks. As she crunched it in her mouth, she gave him that mysterious smile again, blinked, and said, "Guess."
Cui Jiuyang was no fool. He had heard the saying, "Don't try to guess what a girl is thinking."
Besides, the girl before him was already a thousand years old. Her thoughts were surely unfathomable, as deep as an abyss or the sea. Who knew what she was thinking?
So Cui Jiuyang simply stopped asking, picked up the roast goose leg again, dipped it in plum sauce, and took a huge, vicious bite, stuffing his mouth with food.
Li Mingyue did not chide him for ignoring her. Instead, she seemed to find his behavior amusing, and the smile at the corners of her mouth deepened.
She gently reached out and pushed the dish