At some unknown moment, a teardrop slipped down Beiming Qianye's delicate cheek...
After the shooting incident, the cafeteria quickly returned to normal operations.
A long line of customers queued up in front of Chen Momo's stall to buy sauerkraut fish. In stark contrast, the Japanese ramen stall was becoming increasingly deserted.
To win the final competition, Zhang Wanwan had tried numerous methods. She added more and more seasonings to her ramen, but instead of saving her business, it only grew worse. Zhang Wanwan was on the verge of exploding with rage.
Right now, she and Liu Xiuxiu stood behind the ramen counter, staring at each other in frustration before glaring diagonally across at the sauerkraut fish stall. Business over there was booming. A massive crowd had gathered for the dish—single men and women, mothers with their children, and entire families holding hands, all lined up for a taste of the dish. A happy smile beamed on everyone's face.
