"It's just as well they're not coming to eat, more for us." Having finished cooking, Zhang Huayao washed his hands and walked out of the kitchen, saying cheerfully as he heard the phone.
With the table set, a group of people sat around it.
The dishes made by the Boss were truly delicious, and the aroma wafting from the large plates of exquisite food on the table had everyone's stomachs rumbling.
Li Xiaobing, Xie Wanying, and Song Xueling, upon meeting the Boss, didn't dare to speak casually.
The table was too quiet. Teacher Lu couldn't stand it and tugged at his son's sleeve: "Look at you, you're here, and they're all too scared to make a sound."
