“Don’t Chase Me, Playboy CEO”
Chapter One: The Sunshine Was Brilliant, Another Beautiful Morning.
“Yuan Qi Breakfast Shop” had just sent away the seven o’clock student rush, and as eight o’clock was approaching, another wave of office workers poured in.
Bacon sizzled on the iron griddle, its fragrance permeating the ten-square-meter shop. The cooking station and cash register were integrated, with a few tables and chairs against the wall for those not in a hurry to read the newspaper while eating.
The queue moved silently forward – order, pay, collect breakfast, and leave quickly, with only the boss and his wife’s shouts standing out.
“Xiao Chu, the gentleman in front wants two takeaway hot coffees!”
“Xiao Chu, the hot milk tea is running low, quickly prepare another batch!”
“Xiao Chu, bring over the thawed meat chops, quick, quickly!”
With each urgent instruction, a slim young girl bustled back and forth.
Her movements were so smooth that she would guarantee no boss could find a single fault.
Her short hair flew in the wind, her delicate face expressionless. She was fully immersed in her work, sometimes supporting the head chef, sometimes acting as the cashier’s assistant, sometimes clearing tables with a tray, and other times automatically refilling empty sauce bottles after washing her hands.
Her slightly pursed red lips never showed a hint of a smile.
A row of impeccably dressed young talents waited for breakfast, secretly stealing glances at her.
This breakfast shop girl had delicate features, short black hair, smooth skin, single eyelids with a classical charm, and a makeup-free face with a distinct “Girl Next Door” appeal.
Seeing her early in the morning was mood-lifting! Recalling the blood-red-lipped beauties from last night’s pub made the residual alcohol almost rise in their stomachs. Ah, where did the boss find such a tender young girl…
Countless infatuated eyes stuck to her.
“Sir, do you want pearl millet porridge or not?” Her slender fingers holding the handle pushed forward, a paper cup in a plastic bag swaying in mid-air, her flat tone awakening the dreamy onlookers.
“Yes, yes, yes.” The addressed dazed fellow quickly retracted his gaze and took the cup.
Although she never smiled at them and her tone never fluctuated, they preferred to believe she was shy, rather than consider any other possibility.
