"Not to my taste?" Shen yuecang waved to the waiter and prepared Zongxia to order a new one.

"hey? No! " Zongxia saw that the waiter had already come this way, and he was very upset. He smiled at the waiter sheepishly, "I just don't have any appetite."

Shen yuecang looks at Zongxia and doesn't speak. Zongxia subconsciously touches his face and looks at him doubtfully: "you What are you doing looking at me like this? "

Shen yuecang took back his eyes lightly, and a wry smile came up from the corner of his mouth: "didn't you find that even if you were a waiter, your attitude was better...