The public still did not buy it, they did not come nearer, nor did they leave. They stayed five steps away and looked at them.
Gu Mengmeng sighed. Well, it was not Saint Nazaire and she could not go too far.
Thinking about it, she stopped caring what others think, just put the meat to roast on the fire and talk with Elvis as though there was no one around.
The crowd began to whisper within themselves. Gu Mengmeng could not actually hear them clearly, but Elvis caught every single word of it.
The smile on Elvis's face slowly disappeared. He took over the skewer from Gu Mengmeng's hand and said, "Xiao Meng, let me do it instead."
Gu Mengmeng looked at Elvis with a terrified face and said, "Hubby, what did I do wrong? Why are you doing this to me?"
Elvis pursed his lips, he knew his cooking standards were bad. The first time he roasted meat for Gu Mengmeng, she had diarrhea, while she vomited a second time in the winter.