Chapter 561 Please Feel Free to Hate Me!

"Could you make another bowl even though you're closing, boss? Please, be lenient!’ Shirley clasped her hands together and earnestly pleaded with the boss.

"Come tomorrow, it's just a bowl of wonton. Skipping a meal won't kill you, right?’

"No, no, no, this time I won't skip it. It might actually kill me... Anyway, this bowl of wonton is very important. Boss, please, I'm your loyal customer, and I'm sure you wouldn't want me to leave empty-handed!'

"Oh, I can't do anything with you!" The boss helplessly shook her head and reluctantly restarted the cooking process to fulfill Shirley's request.

Not just the boss, but the whole town took good care of Shirley. They could even be described as doting.

Firstly, it was out of sympathy for a weak woman who had to take care of a man with physical disabilities and blindness.

Secondly, Shirley was genuinely kind and adorable, always helping the elderly in the town with computer repairs, online shopping, and appliance installations. She was a wonderful person.

While pinching the wonton wrappers, the boss chatted with Shirley, "Who is this person who will supposedly die if he doesn’t eat wontons? It’s not Antwan, right? I remember that boy doesn't like noodles.’

"It's not him." Shirley also skillfully pinched the wonton wrappers, gently twisting them after filling them with minced meat mixed with leeks, scallions, and shrimp to form small wontons.

"Not him?!" The boss paused, her curiosity ignited, "Oh my, have I stumbled upon a big secret? The person eating the wontons is not Antwan? Then who could it be?"

from my hometown," Shirley replied

days, you've been buying wontons for him tirelessly. It's quite late now, and you're still asking me to make another bowl. I can't help but feel that... his

and I are the model couple of the town. Do you doubt our

closed

relationship with Antwan feels more like a responsibility. I can sense the exhaustion in you, but with this person, it seems like the love comes

remaining silent for a long time. Finally, she spoke with

of wonton was ready. The

wontons herself. They might not

the wontons and

"Shirley, since you made these wontons yourself, I won't charge you. I hope this bowl of wontons brings you genuine happiness, the

such a tender age. Recently, the boss

out

curled into a smile. When she looked

"So, you've been the one acting as the snail girl all this time?" Braden stood three feet away, his gaze filled with a

what you're talking about," Shirley stuttered, attempting to deny

step by step, adopting a condescending posture

Shirley decided to be honest, "What purpose could there be other than

starve or not, what does it have to do with you? Do we know each other?" Braden's deep eyes showed a hint of caution as he coldly snorted, "Or is it that you know about my extraordinary identity and are trying to

speechless and rolled

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