In the evening, Assistant Liang was the one who picked her up to go to the Cheng Family.
At home, there was only He Jia, along with a cooking aunt, Cheng Xun was not there.
So, the dinner was just between them two and Assistant Liang.
He Jia wore a cheongsam, enthusiastically pulling her into the kitchen, showing her the lemon shredded chicken that was about to be finished.
"The summer is stuffy, this refreshing dish is just right, Cheng Zhirang occasionally loves eating this. Would you like some staple food?"
"Just a little bit." She reached out to help with the disposable gloves. "Is Uncle not coming back for dinner?"
"He's busy at the company, he might come back very late."
Busy at the company...
Before, this phrase seemed trivial, but now thinking about it, the images in her mind were like signing a stack of millions worth of expense claims or casually discussing billion-dollar collaborations with industry bigwigs.
