The table the Lin family lent to the Bai family was rectangular. If squeezed together, the longer side could roughly accommodate four people, while the shorter side could only accommodate two. Jiang Yichun seemed to dislike being too close to others, so he voluntarily sat down at the shorter side. With his extravagant dress and odd mask, no other guests dared to sit next to him.
When Bai Ruozhu saw who was sitting, she was momentarily flustered. Her scrambled eggs were slightly overcooked, and the guest wanted them slightly raw. She sighed softly, thinking, why does nothing good ever come out of encountering this man?
She could only put the egg to one side, and fry another one. After the new egg was done, she had Bai Zehao serve it to the guest.