"System, System, does this lard rice count toward my score? Don't make it too simple or I won't get my life extension!"
Ning Meng prayed silently, but her face was already plastered with a standard, corporate-drone-style smile that broadcasted a bright, "No problem, leave it to me!"
"Sure! No problem! Lard rice, right? You've got it!" She patted her chest with a flourish, her voice ringing out as if she weren't the same person who had just suffered a social death from a slip of the hand.
Chapter 38