The bearded uncle who was frying rice shouted, "Iron pot, take the rice away." Shen Shenyuan curled his mouth. He didn't know what kind of person would have this nickname. He looked in the direction where the uncle was shouting and was a little surprised. A fair-skinned girl agreed and said, "I know."
It's that clean and nice looking.
The girl passed by Shen Siyuan's table. She smelled of sweet yogurt. Shen Shen Yuan frowned. It still smelled like strawberry.
Next to him, Song Ziwen couldn't help but said, "This girl is very pretty."
Shen Siyuan didn't want to pay attention to him. When he turned his head, he saw the nameplate dropped on the ground. He softly read the name on it, "Gu Qingqing?"
The "iron pot" who had not gone far turned back. Amidst the commotion, she squinted her eyes and looked at Shen Siyuan...
Intention: Shen Siyuan will always like Gu Qingqing