Wang's Fried Cake Shop, in front of the shop.
"Ms Wang."
The hunched and white-haired cake-selling granny heard someone call her, so she put down the dough she was continually kneading, lifted her head to look at the person who had come, and at first glance, her slightly squinted old eyes sparkled immediately.
"Are you... You Su's junior apprentice sister?"
Ji Lingruo's eyes, as charming as autumn moons, fluttered twice, her voice melodious and gentle:
"Ms Wang, you know me?"
In her memory, although she loved eating the fried cakes from this shop the most, she'd never personally come to buy them, so how could the granny recognize her?
"Of course! Apart from you, which other girl in this city deserves the title of 'the world's number one beauty'?" Ms Wang's face was kind, and every wrinkle was filled with a smile.
