However, he miscalculated.
With a gaze as if he'd seen a ghost, Qing Yunzi watched as Zhen Ruan, in bright red attire and short hair, stood out from the crowd, holding Lin Luo's hand as they approached the same desk.
"No, Sister Lin Luo, you've arrived at the perfect time~ My husband was just saying he was going to send someone to invite you," Zhen Ruan said with a covered mouth and a light laugh.
"Indeed, Fellow Taoist Lin Luo, you've arrived at the perfect time," Yi Chen grinned, and amidst Qing Feng and Ming Yue's hisses, he suddenly pulled the two women into his embrace, causing both women to blush deeply.
After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Lin Luo and Zhen Ruan were mixing dough, while Yi Chen, with his hands behind his back, paced to Qing Yunzi's desk, looking here and there.
"Junior brother, the way you're mixing the dough is not right," Yi Chen said as he pinched a handful of the wet dough from Qing Yunzi's desk, his eyebrows suddenly furrowing.
