Lin Yi paused for a moment, then thought of something unknown, his brow suddenly relaxed. He then moved a few steps to the side with a tray, and took off his empty backpack...
He unzipped the backpack and began to pack the tomatoes inside one by one, disregarding the ones touched by the food, as he found them unappetizing.
The smile on the chef in the green apron's face froze slightly, his neck stretched forward a bit like a tortoise. For the first time, an emotion not aligned with its basic logic appeared in its vacant eyes — confusion.
Yet it mechanically reached into its chest, slowly retrieving a tomato.
When Lin Yi finished packing the tomatoes, he turned his head to see the chef in the green apron had a tomato ready again in its hand.
"Hiss..." Lin Yi inhaled sharply and tactically leaned back, unable to truly appreciate the "humanized" mechanism of the chef. He reached for the tomato from the chef's hand and silently put it into his backpack.
