Chapter 959

Chapter 959 Not Selling To You Wendy did not intend to let Arielle know about her being here, as she did not want the latter to look down on her.

But as she heard what those students said about her, she got extremely displeased.

With that, she opened her mouth. “Is this your home? Who do you think you are that you can ask me to leave?”

Seeing that Wendy was unwilling to leave, the student’s expression darkened.

“Well, it’s not my home, but it’s the stall of my goddess. Please don’t make a fuss here, or I’ll inform the teacher!”

Wendy sneered coldly upon hearing that. “Go on then. Does the school rule say that I can’t show up here? Plus, you said that this was a stall. I’m here to buy something.”

“Buy something?” That student stared at her skeptically. “Are you sure you’re here only to buy something?”

Wendy’s jaw tensed. “Am I such a person in your eyes?”

“Are you not?”

“Of course not! I’m here to buy something!” 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 extremely 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 Arielle’s 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 Wendy’s nose.

Staring at those ravioli, even Wendy got attracted by the look and smell.

It’s most probably because I haven’t had my lunch.

Just then, Arielle noticed Wendy.

She narrowed her eyes as her gaze turned utterly cold.

“Why are you here?” 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 Arielle’s ravioli was merely a false advertisement.

It would be great if I could chase away some customers.

With that in mind, Wendy raised her voice. “Why else would I be here? To buy the ravioli, obviously.

How much is it? I want one portion.”

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.

“We’re not selling you! Get lost!”

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 Blake’s words. “Why aren’t you selling me? Could your ravioli be so bad that you’re afraid I’ll tell others after eating it?”

“You…”

Just when Blake wanted to respond, Arielle stopped him. “Blake, I’ll handle this. Go on with your work.”

The next moment, she shifted her gaze toward Wendy. “Do you see that? The line is very long. If you want to buy it, please line up from behind!”