"Ah, Mr. Chan Mr. Chan, I want to eat this."
Mantou stood next to a crepe stand, drooling over the snacks. The owner of the crepe stand was a chubby uncle, and next to him was a flower fairy who circled around him, responsible for collecting money and chatting with customers.
But ever since Mantou arrived, the flower fairy had disappeared from sight, shivering behind the chubby uncle, occasionally peeking out with a somewhat adorable look. Mantou, however, was completely oblivious as she stood there clutching Gu Tao's sleeve insistent on having a crepe, and wouldn't take no for an answer.
As for the cuteness of the flower fairy, she couldn't care less. Could anyone be cuter than Mantou? At least, that's what she thought, firmly believing that no fairy in this world could be cuter than herself.
