Wendy did not intend to let Arielle know about her being here, as she did not want the latter to look dow
n on her.
But as she heard what those students said about her, she got extremely displeased.
With that, she opened her mouth. âIs this your home? Who
do you think you are that you can ask me to leave?â
Seeing that Wendy was unwilling to leave, the studentâs expression darkened.
âWell, itâs not my home, but itâs the stall of my goddess. Please donât make a fuss here, or Iâll inform the
teacher!â
Wendy sneered coldly upon
hearing that. âGo on then. Does the school rule say that I canât show up here? Plus, you said that
this was a stall. Iâm here to buy something.â
âBuy
something?â That student stared at her skeptically. âAre you sure youâre here only to buy something?â
Wendyâs jaw tensed. âAm I such a person in your eyes?â
âAre you not?â
âOf course not! Iâm here to buy something!â Wendy clenched her fists while trying to get in line.
Just then, she finally spotted Arielle.
Arielle was busy serving the customers at the stall. Despite the sweat on her forehead, she looked extr
emely attractive.
That was the part which Wendy hated her the most.
Wendy forced herself not to look at Arielle as she shifted her gaze toward the stall.
She noticed Arielleâs stall was way bigger than hers. Countless bowls were lined up neatly on
the clean table.
Arielle scooped out the cooked ravioli and filled up the bowls one by one.
As she poured the secret sauce into each bowl, a rich aroma came into Wendyâs nose.
Staring at those ravioli, even Wendy got attracted by the look and smell.
Itâs most probably because I havenât had my lunch.
Just then, Arielle noticed Wendy.
She narrowed her eyes as her gaze turned utterly cold.
âWhy are you here?â Arielle was devoid of expression.
Wendy bit her lip, displeased with the look Arielle gave her.
But since she was already here, she figured
she should buy one portion of ravioli. If it tasted bad, she could tell the rest of the crowd that Arielleâs ra
violi was merely a false advertisement.
It would be great if I could chase away some customers.
With that in mind, Wendy raised her voice. âWhy else would I be here? To buy the ravioli, obviously. How
Arielle knew what Wendy was planning, but she was sure no one would be able to pick on her ravioli.
But before she could utter a word, Blake weighed in.
âWeâre not selling you! Get lost!â
Blake remembered Wendy perfectly. If it were not
for her, the two girls would not have created the fuss at the school entrance that day. They
even called the cops in the end.
Wendy felt offended
after hearing Blakeâs words. âWhy arenât you selling me? Could your ravioli be so bad that youâre afraid
others after eating it?â
âYouâ¦â
Just when Blake wanted to respond, Arielle stopped him. âBlake, Iâll handle this. Go on with your work.â
The next moment, she shifted her gaze toward Wendy. âDo you see that? The line is very long. If you wa
buy it, please line up from behind!â