"What's... what's wrong?" Hua Xiaomai felt uneasy under his intense gaze, lifting her head slightly and frowning.
"I was just thinking..." Han Fengzhi said thoughtfully, "For a master like you, there really is no need to compete with those chefs of varying skills."
"What do you mean by that?" Her heart sank heavily.
Here it comes, just as I feared!
How would Han Fengzhi brush her off next? "With your achievement at the Eight Treasures Conference, there's no need for you to partake in the event for the distinguished scholars," or perhaps... "Anyway, I just won't let you pass, who asked you to fall into my hands, hahaha"?
In just a brief moment, she concocted many excuses for Han Fengzhi in her mind, the more she thought about it, the more hopeless she felt, and the corners of her mouth drooped unconsciously. Zhou Yunyun, oblivious to the situation, saw her looking this way and reached out to tug at her sleeve, but she had no mind to care.
