Xiaobianzi opened her wallet, pulled out three hundred-dollar bills, and put them in Rachel Xia's palm: "Good sister, please, I'm short of three bowls!"
Rachel Xia turned to look at them: "Are you demons?"
Those people held their stomachs and laughed. Rachel Xia did not have so many identity definitions, but they just liked her. She did not have too many ideas and did things quietly. No gossip had ever come out of her mouth.
They like people who don’t talk nonsense, people who can have fun, and people who can be like them, punching in and out on time or staying up late to work overtime without any image, squatting on a chair and picking their feet while typing.
"You are the one, right?" Little Pigtail stood up, took three disposable paper bowls, and filled them with a pile of messy meat and vegetables that they didn't like to eat.
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