Xue Ling was slurping the rice noodles but did not even lift her head, saying, "A madam from a brothel, I went to buy some noodles and the store was on the way, she recognized me from Spikenard Square and started talking to me."
Nan Feng recalled the scene of being pushed onto the stage when he was delivering goods during the courtesan competition, and couldn't help but sigh, saying, "Should I sell or not?"
"You selling? Forget it, you are already engaged, you can't sell."
Nan Feng tapped Xue Ling with her chopsticks and said, "Don't twist my words, I just feel that our products are quite popular among those people, alas, forget it, if we are to sell, we are to sell. This order will be considered as one you brought in, you'll take the goods to them."
"Why am I the one to deliver?" Xue Ling finally shifted her focus from the tasty Wanjing noodles.