"Morning." Dai Limin climbed onto the dining table looking utterly lifeless, "I want to eat meat."
"I want to eat meat with big bites." Hmph, they all say capitalists have black hearts, just look at Zhao Guangran.
Meat. "Want a steak?" Gong Ruini was truly frightened by Dai Limin's gritted teeth look.
This guy must have faced some serious grievances to talk like this.
"Okay, I want a large portion."
"And make it rare."
Rare? Gong Ruini's hands were shaking, "Ah, I can't cook rare."
She wasn't a cook, it's only seeing them work so hard now and helping them earn money that she obviously has to show some effort.
But she couldn't see doing all this as an expectation she should have mastered.
"Oh well, whatever." Dai Limin didn't have the energy to discuss what rare steak was with Gong Ruini.
Moreover, his internal alarm was telling him not to discuss these things with Gong Ruini.
