Yi Juncheng had long gotten accustomed to her indifference. He agilely jumped down from the high platform and walked straight to a stone table, on which there was a box of spices.
He smiled awkwardly. He had never imagined that one day, when he wanted to hit on a girl, his handsome face and tone physique were not even as useful as a small box of spices.
"I know you're interested in this. This is the spice recipe." A thin piece of paper was sandwiched between Yi Juncheng's slender fingertips. His casual smile was as beautiful as a painting.
Sheng Yang craved knowledge. Yi Juncheng knew that he had struck her weakness. Her amber eyes brightened visibly, much brighter than they had been at him, and they were so beautiful that her indifferent features suddenly came to life.
Seeing this, Young Master Yi sighed, feeling quite frustrated.
"How much? I'll pay you." Sheng Yang took out a limited edition black card that had an unlimited balance.
