After all that, how could Jiang Qiuqiu possibly refuse?
She picked up the helmet from the box and found a button underneath it. Clipped next to it was a piece of paper—
"If you've decided to accept the gift, just press this button. That way, I'll know your answer and can prepare for my next visit without any pressure."
'How thoughtful,' Jiang Qiuqiu thought, pressing the red button.
A jingle immediately started playing, singing, "I got it!~ I got it!"
The whole scene was utterly absurd.
The things Mo Chengyu did were a complete departure from her personal image.
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In the afternoon, silence fell over the small courtyard as Jiang Qiuqiu began her advance preparations for the Szechuan boiled meat slices.
She had high-quality tenderloin, cornstarch, the chili paste she'd ground earlier, and the perfect vegetable pairing for the dish: bean sprouts.
