"I should thank you for that, huh?" When Qin Mo's voice came closer, you always felt the pressure.
But Fu Jiu was never afraid of this. She smiled, "What? Brother Mo finally decided to devote your body to me? If so, I could consider taking you in without a dowry."
Qin Mo threw a glance at the young man, and pressed Fu Jiu's hood down with his hand. "Consider yourself lucky that you are the younger one."
She was indeed taking advantage of her younger age. Fu Jiu flipped off the hood covering her face, watching the delicious skewers being served. She could smell the spice on them, perfectly roasted and still dripping oil…
Whose idea was it to come have kebabs!
She realized it was her idea, so she zipped up and looked over towards the owner lady with deep frustration. "Is my egg soup ready?"
