Thud, thud, thud!
Zhu Qing descended the stairs, and though the little shop was devoid of voices, the bustle of the kitchen didn't cease.
"Mr. Yan—" Zhu Qing greeted the Dark World leader in the storefront, then gracefully took a seat at the bar, propping her sharp chin up with her hand, her gaze fixed on the main chef busily working behind the window.
"Aren't we not operating normally?" she asked lazily, yawning.
Yuchuan Meisha quietly explained from the side, "Boss Xia said he wanted to prepare a table for dinner himself."
"Eh!"
Zhu Qing's eyes suddenly brightened, her lethargy completely gone, and she swiftly floated away in a light voice, "I'm going to freshen up!"
Xia Yu didn't even lift his head.
In fact, he was well aware of Zhu Qing's hardships.
