Chapter 3 Bad Reviews and New Plan
Because he refused to add me, I drowned in heartbreak.
I stayed away from that Fried Skewers shop for days.
But the owner clearly missed me and sent a message: Little girl, how come I haven't seen you at Uncle's Fried Skewers shop these days? Uncle has a new recipe you'll definitely like.
I used to go every day, so Uncle remembered me and we had each other's WeChat.
Our chats were me asking if Uncle's shop was open and saying I would come eat.
I thought it over and replied seriously: Uncle, I've been in a bad mood lately and don't feel like eating. I'll come another time.
The owner replied: Alright, don't mind my son's matter. I think he deserves to stay single with that terrible temper. The girl he likes—he met her online and doesn't even know if it's a guy or girl.
His temper really was terrible.
Unlike my Master, who was always gentle.
The owner's comfort lifted my mood.
I opened my computer, logged into my author account, and checked reviews for my new book.
99+ notifications. I thought the book had blown up.
But when I clicked, the screen filled with curses at me: Is the author's brain a pig? You turned a sweet story into angst.
Who can save my eyes? I just wanted something sweet to feel happy, but it got even more suffocating.
I worked all day and wanted to read, but got a pile of shit.
......
I stared at the curses and stayed silent.
Alright, this was my fault.
The new book was free.
Before posting, I told readers it was based on the handsome guy I liked.
That is, Lu Xuchen. The romance never started and ended at the WeChat rejection.
I respected reality and wrote exactly that.
Most comments begged me to rewrite, but I had no mood for it.
Soon my best friend called: "How's it going with that handsome guy?"
I sighed: "It's over."
"Ah? So fast." My best friend sounded disappointed. "I was waiting for your wedding feast. Who knew... But he's just one guy. Find a better one. A new Fried Skewers shop opened next door. I heard the owner is a big handsome guy. Date him and get revenge!"
"Not really." I felt awkward.
"You like Fried Skewers so much. Didn't you say if you find a husband, it has to be from a Fried Skewers shop? You can't give up."
My best friend encouraged me so hard, and hearing the owner was handsome, I dropped my hesitation.
After talking it over, I went to the new Fried Skewers shop that evening.