"It's okay now, just don't come to this place again in the future." Xu Ke patted Lin Mengyao's head, comforting her.
"I don't think so," Ariel's voice resonated from behind them, carrying a spine-chilling coldness.
Xu Ke and Lin Mengyao followed Ariel's gaze and saw the restaurant they had just exited, along with the man standing in front of the window. His eyes lacked warmth as he looked at them, yet his lips curled slightly, like a half-demon, half-Buddha.
Xu Ke frowned at the man, Lin Mengyao shuddered violently, while Ariel wore a broad smile, even raising her hand to wave at him.
"Don't be afraid, he's just a cheap imitation unworthy of attention, not even a good counterfeit," Ariel said with narrowed eyes. "Not every cook is like that person. Unfortunately, he doesn't understand this, and without such mindset, doing these things is just like parroting, making others laugh."
