After rebirth, Song Qingyu knew that there would be no kebab counter in the school cafeteria next semester, so one lunch...
"Auntie, two more skewers of barbecue."
"Auntie, three more skewers of barbecue."
Song Qingyu and Zhou Che looked at each other speechlessly, thinking about when the other party liked skewers so much in their previous lives.
It's very unseemly to be sultry and shoux, and it's even more unseemly to be sultry and aggressive.