Chapter 211 Give Me a Box of Drunken Noble Consort

Xiaowu's ignorant look humiliated Cheng Xiaoxiao deeply. She had already hidden her head deep into the crook of Xiaowu's arm, not wanting to see the contempt on the waiter's face. Fortunately, the current waiter was much more approachable compared to the staff in the designer shop in the modern days. Impatience was non-existent on his face. Instead, he picked up one of the boxes from the counter, flipped it over, pointed at the bottom of the box, and started to explain.