"What's the matter?" Chu Shangli looked at him with a smile: "Could it be that you suddenly became interested in competing with me in terms of etiquette, in addition to the creativity of the taste?"
"That's not necessary—if I did that, I would be bullying."
"You two siblings are really similar in this respect," Chu Shangli said sarcastically, "You both talk about bullying before you even start. It's rare that I say it myself, so if that's the case, just go along with my thinking. There won't be many people who want to complain about bullying, but rather those who will dislike me for being so picky and looking for trouble."
"It doesn't matter what other people think. I don't really want to kill you."
"Tsk, that sounds really nice - you've already agreed to the conditions of social death, but now you seem so considerate. Fortunately, Miss Chu Shangli didn't learn your hypocrisy and kept most of her thoughts clear -"
Chu Shangli patted her past self's shoulder. Her past self was very disgusted with her action and shrugged her shoulders.
"What are you doing?"
In fact, in this game, if I want to lose, I'm afraid the only way is to claim that I cheated and did something unfair.
However, there are so many ways to make my past self lose.
Not taking out the caramel sauce and adding your own seasoning, not claiming to be cheating, and the most deadly trick -
Chu Shangli's skin became red and swollen due to allergies, but she habitually touched the wound on her cheek with her hand -
Although Chu Shangli had added harmless sterilization blocks into his oven before distributing his own cakes, and the smell was pure chocolate, it was able to remove bacteria from the ingredients—
Even though such practical things bring safety and cleanliness, psychological resistance is still a big problem.
Since I haven't pointed it out here, someone will definitely point it out later -
This was probably a hidden landmine for my past self.
In fact, someone has already discovered this, but Chu Moyin had already told Chu Shangli in advance that he had carefully controlled the comments in the comment section.
If you control the comments too much, there will be backlash later - people will definitely not think that it is Chu Moyin and yourself who are controlling the comments.
In fact, Chu Shangli was also a little puzzled as to why he would try every possible means to target his past self. If it was just to teach him a lesson, it would be fine. Although he did want to help his past self grow, he also left behind a means to cause terrible and huge setbacks to the past Chu Shangli.
This contradictory feeling is a mixture of two emotions: treating her as my past self and not treating her as my past self at all.
So Chu Shangli left his trump card in the end.
When the spectators took their seats in the restaurant, Chu Shangli made one last plea to Chu He: "You really don't need my help? This half is yours, and the other half is mine."
"No need—who knows if you'll pull some tricks."
Chu He straightened his clothes and carefully distributed the cakes he had prepared to each table.
Chu Shangli actually didn’t quite understand the hint Chu Moyin gave her, but now she somewhat understood it——
So that's how it is. Actually, Chu Moyin wanted Chu He to do it himself, which would lower his image in some sense?
This is contradictory to Chu He's original image - if it were just the contrast cuteness, it would actually increase his popularity, but Chu He's contradiction is not the contrast cuteness -
But, slap in the face——
Being slapped in the face by one's own words.
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