Lu Yichen watched as people walked away before closing the door, "Eat quickly, if it gets cold, it won't taste good."
Luo Qiao said, "These dumplings have two different fillings, try them."
Lu Yichen picked one up, dipped it in the vinegar Luo Qiao had just poured over the lid of her lunchbox, ate one, looked up at Luo Qiao and gave her a thumbs-up, mumbling, "Delicious."
Luo Qiao felt pleased seeing him enjoy the food, and her mood improved too.
Lu Yichen certainly had a big appetite; Luo Qiao had eaten about fifteen or sixteen dumplings and some vegetables and was full. The rest were all left for him.
Luo Qiao frowned at him, "Aren't you going to burst, you fool?"
Lu Yichen replied, "I am a bit stuffed. I'll wash the dishes; you just wait here."
With a goofy smile, he took the lunchbox and thermos out of the office but immediately lost his smile once outside, shooting a glare at the colleagues piling up like a tower of monks in the opposite office.