Her Meat Wasn't Tasty
Editor: Larbre Studio
When the door opened, Yan Huan walked in and made an OK sign at Wu Bo. Wu Bo bowed, preparing to fetch his note to request a signature.
Lu Yi, his head buried in a mountain of work, didn't so much as look up.
A man who is engrossed in his work is handsome, but a man who treats his work like his meal is worrying.
Yan Huan tidied up the table before setting a number of dishes on it; braised meatballs, dry-fried beef shreds, fun-flavored chicken, fish-flavored shredded meat, and salt and vinegar ribs.
These were all Lu Yi's favorites. She then scooped a bowl of rice into a container. Her house was only a 20-minute walk away from his house. Or 5 minutes by car, if there weren't any traffic. Therefore, the dishes were as though they had just been cooked.