After waiting in line for almost ten minutes, the person in front had just finished ordering, and it was Qin Yun's turn.
Suddenly, Qin Yun's stomach started to ache.
She took a deep breath and immediately responded when the owner asked twice what she wanted to eat: "Three bowls of duck blood vermicelli soup, please make the dishes quickly, I'm in a bit of a hurry."
The owner was unmoved, "Sorry, dishes need to be served in order, please be patient, do you need any other dishes?"
"Give me all your specialties, I definitely want to eat duck blood vermicelli soup today!"
Qin Yun took a deep breath, placed her order, and paid.
Then she strode quickly toward the dining table.
Pei Yan almost couldn't keep up with her pace and hurried a few steps, helplessly saying: "Ancestor, can you slow down?"
Pei Yan caught up, pulled out a chair for Qin Yun to sit down.
As soon as Qin Yun sat down, the pain suddenly eased, and her tense nerves felt better.
