Yuanyuan rubbed her forehead, sighing inwardly: Now not trending would be a surprise! Isn’t this more impressive than becoming a spokesperson? How could I forget that Little Taotie has a trending physique!!!

The waiter was surprised that someone would refuse such a great opportunity. You have to know, the endorsement fee offered by our fast-food restaurant never disappoints, and using this as a stepping stone, this kid could easily step into the entertainment industry!

The Chef was also surprised. He walked over to Little Taotie’s table, curiously asking, "Hi, may I inquire about the reason?"

Little Taotie pointed to the empty coffee-flavored fizzy water, "I don’t like drinking this myself, in fact, I particularly hate it. How can I endorse it? A spokesperson should recommend something they believe is good to everyone. I can’t go against my conscience and recommend it."

The waiter sneaked a glance at the Chef; knowing this coffee flavor was the Chef’s idea, one might expect him to be angry and humiliated after the idea was rejected. But to the waiter’s surprise, the Chef didn’t get angry; instead, he chuckled, "You hate coffee too?"

Little Taotie blinked, looking at him with bright eyes, as if finding a kindred spirit, "You hate it too?"

The Chef rubbed his nose, a bit hesitant to meet the gaze of the glowing-eyed boy, dryly clearing his throat, "It’s like this, a celebrity I really like also doesn’t like coffee, just like you."

Little Taotie wasn’t disappointed by this revelation; instead, his eyes grew even brighter, shining eagerly, "Who is it?"

A fellow conspirator! Also a celebrity! Could I meet this insightful friend in the future?

Then the Chef laughed and said, "My Zaizai, Little Taotie!"

Yuanyuan internally scoffed: Your Zaizai! Shameless! Obviously a cloud dad fan!

Little Taotie looked utterly disappointed, the light in his eyes extinguishing instantly, like a poor flicker of flame suddenly blown by a ruthless wind.

Turns out there aren’t any like-minded individuals, the friend I imagined was actually me.

Feeling a bit sad...

The little heads lowered slowly, the little girl let out a sigh that sounded far beyond her years.

The Chef was puzzled, wondering why the boy suddenly seemed so dejected. Could it be that Little Taotie is dealing with anti-fans?

The Chef skeptically eyed "him" several times, frowning, "We’re not forcing you. It’s all voluntary, if you willingly give up this opportunity, then return the invitation to me."

Little Taotie responded in a downcast tone, handing the invitation back to the Chef.

The Chef didn’t take it but instead glanced at the waiter, who was taken aback, not understanding the Chef’s insistence on making things difficult for a child. After all, if the invitation stayed with the child, he could anytime regret the decision and attend the evening party. If taken away now, he’d have no chance to change his mind.

At this moment, the Chef internally muttered: My Zaizai’s anti-fan, still dreaming of becoming the spokesperson for fizzy water? Keep dreaming, huh!

Yuanyuan hurriedly threw the invitation in her hand to the waiter, as if disposing of a hot potato, "I’m not participating either, back to you!"

The waiter caught it hastily, eyes filled with confusion.

The Chef squinted dangerously at Yuanyuan, muttering internally: Could this one be Little Taotie’s anti-fan too?

Yuanyuan was clueless about what was wrong with the Chef, why suddenly his gaze was full of "killing intent"?

Yuanyuan waved nonchalantly, "I don’t like filming commercials with a bunch of people, it lowers my status. I’m here for the grand championship at the end!"