The dinner was extravagant.
But it was all easy to digest.
Quinoa rice, stir-fried pea shoots, yam sautéed with wood ear mushrooms, fermented tofu braised pork, garlic ribs, plus a clay pot of creamy milky fish head and tofu soup.
Gu Yan had been busy all day, having eaten only cold boxed rice at noon, and his stomach had not been feeling very comfortable until now.
Eating such a dinner made him feel revitalized.
"So much food arriving so quickly—was it prepared in advance?" Gu Yan looked at her.
He couldn't be fooled by such small details.
"Uncle Zhou told me you didn't eat breakfast before leaving in the morning, and I guessed you probably wouldn't get to eat well at the company either," she said.
Su Ye called someone to clear the table and said, "Now that Su He is about to be punished and Cloud Commerce has been transferred to my name, my good days are about to start, and I don't want to be a widow just yet."
