The proprietress placed the spatula on the hot plate and chuckled, "Oh dear, look at my memory! It's been so long I've forgotten what you look like."
"Then...why are you dressed like this?" the boss asked again, puzzled.
Jiang Chi pinched Chaochao's little pigtails, almost making her climb onto the iron plate: "This is the trend now—"
"Not showing facial features is the best cosmetic procedure for men."
The proprietress, who had been in business for 20 years, had never heard such strange and unusual words before.
But upon closer examination, it suddenly became clear.
"No wonder you've gotten so fit and slender! You're right! I'll have my son dress like that someday, and I'll have no trouble getting girls to like him!"
Jiang Chi nodded and didn't continue.
Finally, to thank him for his guidance, the proprietress gave him two potstickers for free.
Jiang Chi led Chaochao to a less crowded place and handed her the food, saying, "Be careful, it's hot."
While munching away contentedly, Chaochao tilted her head and looked at him with a puzzled expression, mumbling, "Brother...it looks good...why...do you need to bring it?"
Chaochao pointed to his mask.
Of course, it's because it's troublesome.
But Jiang Chi just chuckled.
"I'm afraid that if I'm too good-looking, people will be jealous."
Chaochao blinked, looking confused.
She thought of her brother Jingcheng, who used to be bullied by a group of bad guys.
Is it just because the older brother is good-looking?
Every day I feel lost, every day I ponder, every day I try to understand.
"Yes, yes!" Chaochao nodded firmly, her eyes resolute, her cheeks, like a little hamster's, still chewing.
"Boys should also protect themselves when they're out!"
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