"No way!?"
The old demon stood up, his little heart pounding with fright.
"You guess!" Wang Hao raised an eyebrow.
Guess my ass!
The old demon was so irked his teeth itched—how was he supposed to guess something like this?!
If the Food God really did come, wouldn't he be swimming with the fishes, ending up as turtle soup!?
Xiangxiang tilted her little head, pondering hard. She hadn't heard anything about her grandma coming recently, had she?
Could it be she'd been eating so happily lately that she'd forgotten about it?
Wang Hao glanced at Xiangxiang and calmly stuffed an ice cream cone into her mouth to prevent the little girl from blabbering.
"Thank you, Boss!" Xiangxiang sweetly expressed her gratitude, promptly forgetting all about her grandma's visit.
Wang Hao couldn't help but sigh—he really didn't understand the world of a foodie; with food around, they could probably forget even their own mothers.
