Terry was the first one to come and greet them.
“Goddess, are you having a stall here too? We thought you'll be studying for Mr. Baxter's exam tonight.”
Arielle shrugged her shoulders casually. “There's nothing much to prepare. I can't possibly guess his question too. Have you eaten your lunch? Do you want to buy some ravioli? It's fifty per portion.”
“Fifty? That seems a bit expensive.”
Arielle responded while frying the ravioli masterfully, “Don't worry. I'm sure you won't regret it. You might even want to buy a second portion.”
“Really? What makes you so confident about it?”
“Haha. Have some faith in me. I cook better than I study.”
Upon hearing that, Terry took out his cash without hesitation. “One portion, please!”
Arielle turned to Blake with a smile.
“Blake, prepare a bowl, please.”
“Here you go!” Blake passed over a bowl without delay.
Since it was their first customer, Blake was utterly nervous, as though his life depended on it.
On the other hand, Arielle seemed rather calm.
She put the other ingredients into the bowl in the right portion. Meanwhile, her other hand continued stirring the big pot.
At that moment, all the ravioli seemed swimming lively in the pot.
Seeing that, Terry somehow had craving for such regular food.
“Does it mean they're done if they're floating?” He asked curiously.
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