Didn't fancy her.
Song Zhiyu was munching on a juicy and flavorful crab soup bun, thinking to himself that his mother's little kitchen made the best crab soup buns that suited his taste. As he took a bite, the fresh juice was so rich it nearly swallowed his tongue.
Swallowing the bun, Song Zhiyu continued complaining about Wang Qiuman, "Let's put it this way, any other girl who saw me pull a pigeon out of thin air would be blushing with excitement and joy, right? But not her; she even exposed my trick. Tell me, where can you find a girl like that?"
The girl he imagined looked at him with eyes sparking like stars, which was far from the overly calm Wang Qiuman.
"And here's the thing, Mom, she's practically an old maid already! You fancy that? She's even older than me. I'm a famously handsome young man in the capital, how could I pair with an old maid..."
As Song Zhiyu spoke, he automatically went silent because he felt a chill down his spine; the situation didn't seem good.
