The Genius Is Actually My Waiter

"Finish it?" Ling Xiao clapped his hands and looked outside the endless void, where a more alluring (and more dangerous) smell of fireworks seemed to float. He held Su Qingyi's hand and smiled brightly: "Lady boss, let's go! Let's go set up a new tea stall 'outside' and try the fireworks of the new world. What does it taste like!"