Le Yao was busy in the shop. Someone had reserved a table of food today. Such expensive food naturally had to be well prepared for them.
"Lan." Nangong Jue suddenly walked in. Ignoring the fact that there were many people present, he reached out and hugged her.
"Nangong Jue." Le Yao jumped. She was frying radish balls and almost splashed hot oil. She wanted to chase him away, but she could clearly feel the thick sad atmosphere on the man. In the end, she could only slow down her tone. "Go out first. I'll go out to look for you when I'm done."
The other chefs hurriedly lowered their heads and pretended not to see.
"I'll just hug you for a while." Nangong Jue took a deep breath in Le Yao's neck and let go. "I'll wait for you outside." Then, he went out.
Le Yao frowned slightly. What happened to him? However, she didn't have time to consider this for the time being. She had to finish the remaining two dishes first.
