Bao Gucheng's attentive, top-level pampering act clearly just fell short of having a few big words written on Xi Zuzi's forehead: She's no ordinary person!
Zhou Youjian pursed his lips and cautiously chuckled, "Miss Xi, you're really joking, the 108-course flowing banquet has been lost for hundreds of years..."
No one could possibly complete it.
Moreover, this young girl is about the same age as Xi Rubao, how could she possibly know the secrets of the 108-course flowing banquet.
However.
Zuzi smiled serenely, extending her elegant wrist, "Bring me pen and ink."
Zhou Youjian was stunned.
Fortunately, his son Zhou Yingjun reacted quickly, though he was a 190-pound heavyset man, he moved swiftly, quickly fetching a set of his own art exam practice pen and ink from the compartment: "Here you go."
Being Teacher Cao Yu's sister, he had to treat her well too.
"Very good." Zuzi smiled and glanced at Zhou Yingjun.
