Having gotten used to the breakfasts made by Chi Musheng, she really wasn't used to the steamed buns from outside. But since she had already said it, she had to finish them even if she couldn't.
“Okay, I won’t waste my time anymore, and I won’t disturb Miss San’s work,” Chi Musheng nodded in agreement.
Upon hearing this, Tu Shan Rongrong's fingers twitched, and the bun on her chopsticks almost fell to the ground.
Unbelievable, Chi Musheng agreed so readily. In the past, no matter what she said, Chi Musheng would always ask her what she wanted to eat the next day.
My mood, which had just been smooth, suddenly turned inexplicably irritable again.
Logically speaking, Chi Musheng should be happy that he agreed not to bother her anymore.
Seeing Tu Shan Rongrong's strange expression, Chi Musheng asked with concern.
"What's wrong? Is the steamed bun too hot?"
"No," Tu Shan Rongrong shook her head, finding the steamed buns in front of her tasteless and hard to swallow.
Is it because of Chi Musheng? So annoying!
"I'm full. The rest is yours. Don't waste it." Tu Shan Rongrong put the money for the meal on the table and turned to leave.
"Probably not," Chi Musheng murmured, watching Tu Shan Rongrong's retreating figure.
He could only hope that such a thing wouldn't happen, otherwise it would cause a lot of trouble.
"Xiao Sheng, did you and the Third Miss have a fight?" Uncle Ze walked over, his face full of smiles and gossip.
"Uncle Ze, I have nothing to do with Miss San, don't talk nonsense." Chi Musheng pushed Uncle Ze away and lowered her head to finish the buns that Tu Shan Rongrong had left over.
Waste is shameful.
"Just coax the girl a bit more," Uncle Ze said with a smile as he went back into the house, letting the young people handle their own affairs.
"We really have nothing to do with each other!"
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