"Boss, can you hurry up?"
It was lunchtime now, and the restaurant seemed quite busy. A man loudly urged.
"Okay, okay, it's almost ready." Zhao Zhiruo's mother hurriedly responded.
Ye Qingfeng sensed with his divine sense that she looked a bit haggard and distracted, not quite sure what she was thinking about.
Ye Qingfeng directly stepped inside. Zhao Zhiruo's mother was bringing over a dish, and when she saw Ye Qingfeng coming in, she approached him immediately.
"Boss, hurry and bring us the food!" A diner urged, seeing Zhao Zhiruo's mother frozen in place.
"Oh, oh." Zhao Zhiruo's mother quickly snapped back to reality and hurriedly delivered the dish.
"Ye Qingfeng, why are you here?" Zhao Zhiruo's mother finally asked as she walked over. She hadn't seen Ye Qingfeng in a long time.
