Chapter 22: The Old Friend Arrives at the Door

  Looking at that person standing opposite, seemingly wanting to come over, I couldn't help but laugh: "This is indeed, having friends coming from afar, isn't it a joy?"

  Qiao followed my line of sight and looked outside for a moment before turning back to me with furrowed brows, saying: "A Yao, what are your standards for choosing friends?"

  I was taken aback: "Huh?"

  He suddenly pouted and pursed his lips: "Is it because I don't look good that you don't want me?"

  I subconsciously wanted to give a counterexample, but after quickly scanning through my mind, I found that I couldn't find any strong evidence. I was taken aback: "So what do you think of your own appearance?"

  "I actually didn't like how I looked before, it was too much trouble." He thought for a moment and said seriously, "But you always stare at me blankly, which means my looks are to your taste."

  In a state of being caught off guard, I almost bit my own tongue, what did he say?

  He furrowed his brow, and surprisingly revealed a sad expression: "I'm glad you enjoy my cooking, but if I weren't like this, would you have treated me just like an ordinary guest?"

  This remark left me bewildered. If you hadn't grown up like this, Ah Qian wouldn't have noticed you, and if Ah Qian hadn't noticed you, none of us would have paid attention to you either. As a passerby of the ABC level, I don't treat you as an ordinary guest, do I need to treat you as the President?

  I originally wanted to give a definite answer, but looking at his face that seemed to be on the verge of tears, I found myself unable to say such cruel words. So I patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "Don't worry, do I look like such a superficial person? Don't worry, even if you looked even more twisted, I wouldn't change my attitude towards you, because you're Xiao Qiao."

  I silently added a sentence in my heart, because Xiao Qiao has grown up like this, oh haha.

  "Because... I'm Xiao Qiao?" He seemed to be muttering to himself, staring at me fixedly, his pitch-black eyes shining with a hint of mischief. I was taken aback for a moment, just as I was about to ask him what was wrong today, he suddenly reached out and covered my eyes with his hand. The icy sensation startled me into wanting to lift my head, but he whispered another sentence, "Don't move, let me calm down."

  The corner of my mouth twitched: "You're not... Big Aunt's husband, are you?"

  He didn't say a word and after a few seconds he moved his hand away, pointing outside and saying strangely: "Why did your friend stand there for so long before coming over?"

  "Because she might be thinking," I gazed at his handsome profile, tone as usual, "how to give me a crushing blow."

  He looked at me with an unclear expression, I smiled at him and said: "Come on, come on, you still have to go back and work hard."

  As I walked to the door, she happened to push it open and come in. Her originally gentle eyebrows and eyes suddenly turned cold when she saw me: "Bai Yaoyao, you're indeed here."

  "Long time no see," I smiled and drew out my voice, "Li, Chi, Wei."

  "Although it looks more beautiful at a close glance," said Qiao Liang coldly, "I didn't expect that you were here to ruin the scene."

  Li Chi's face remained expressionless, it was truly rare, Cheng Qiao this kind of extreme beauty youth was actually being ignored. It made sense, her own boyfriend was a campus belle, looking at him every day had already become an immune function.

  I couldn't help but curl up half of my lip: "Non-humans are all very beautiful, didn't you know?"

  "What about you?"

  I looked at him expressionlessly, he innocently winked at me, then silently turned his head away.

  Li Chi let out a low hum, furrowed his brow and took two steps forward, his voice stern and intimidating: "What kind of nerve do you have to open a dessert shop here?!"

  The sound of high heels on the ground was a bit jarring, previously she had told He Mochen that she liked the gentle and delicate type, always wearing flat shoes in front of me, but unexpectedly now she's changed to wearing high heels, and such high ones too. I slightly raised my head to look at her: "Does He Mochen like the tall and slender type now?"

  She snorted: "What's it to you? It's what I want to wear."

  "I said, 'Alright, let me pass now. I need to send someone out. Don't block my way like a Boston lobster. If you want to eat something, there's someone inside who can take your order. I'm not familiar with you, so spare me the small talk. And as for a discount due to our relationship, forget it. You're really audacious to be so arrogant on someone else's turf - don't you have any shame?'"

  Perhaps she didn't expect me to be so rude. She was stunned at first, and after reacting, she was so angry that she couldn't even speak properly: "You... you..."

  I cut her off: "You, you, you, what's with all the 'you's? If you want to pick a fight, go home and prepare your lines first. Bring your shrimp soldiers and turtle generals along too. Otherwise, don't even think about crying like before - even if you're really crying, no one will wipe away your tears for you. And yet you still want to engage in a long-winded debate with me? You're really losing face as the best debater in high school!"

  Cheng Qiao suddenly said seriously: "A Yao, how can you scold people?"

  I said without thinking: "Where did I scold anyone?" After thinking, I said, "I never scold anyone." Feeling it was still a problem, "No, the ones I scold are not people."

  He smiled and looked at Li Chiwei: "Right, those scolded by our AYao are not human beings."

  Li Chi's face turned icy, and she glared at Cheng Qiao before turning to me with a menacing tone: "Bai Yao, you'd better behave yourself and just run your dessert shop here. If I ever find out you're involved in anything else, I'll make sure you can't even do business!" She shot me another vicious glare before storming out the door on her high heels.

  I sighed helplessly, and indeed, what people say in a fit of rage doesn't make any sense. Does she think this night market street is her family's? She even dares to interfere with me, and if she deliberately wants to pick on me, no matter how well I do, she can still say with a clear conscience, "Hey, who told you to do so well?"

  Cheng Qiao still smiled and looked at me: "Is it related to He Motian again?"

  I also smiled and looked back at him: "Who is that? I don't recognize you. Have you forgotten what you just said? Hurry up and go review it."

  "No, I've changed my mind, I'll come here every day from now on!"

  "Aren't you afraid your wife will think you're useless and run off with someone else?"

  He said, "So you'd better come!" Without waiting for my reaction, he turned his head with great momentum and snorted, "Hmph, A Yao, do you think I'm freeloading now? Don't worry, I'll pay next time!"

  I was stunned by his words and felt a bit dizzy, holding onto the glass door for a while, and suddenly a line of golden light flashed across my mind with the phrase "You are a donkey's liver and lungs" rising up from my forehead...

  "But still, I'll listen to you and go back today."

  I signaled him with my eyes to tell the reason.

  "Because I'm already full," he scratched his hair, looking at me innocently, "and...I didn't bring any money out today."