Completely unaware that she had just unwittingly earned another person's ire, Su Yuhan looked at Bai Xiujie, who was clinging to her arm and refusing to let go. Her feelings were a complicated mix of joy and sorrow.
'Oh well, might as well just smile.'
"I just saw someone downstairs whose back looked just like yours. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, but I can't believe it's really you! What are you doing here?"
"Uh... I'm working part-time here. I'm in charge of the birthday banquet for an elderly gentleman."
"An elderly gentleman celebrating his birthday? Besides my maternal grandfather, is anyone else celebrating a birthday here?" Bai Xiujie finished speaking and quickly put two and two together. "Don't tell me... the chef they were all talking about, the one who makes incredibly delicious food, is you?"
