Just as they were talking, the takeout was delivered, and Bai Zhi went to get it.
"President, your takeout has arrived."
Duan Xingzhi didn't get up, just pointed to the table, "Just put it here, I'll eat here too."
"...Okay."
Bai Zhi unpacked the takeout, set it up neatly, then unwrapped the chopsticks and handed them to him.
The takeout Duan Xingzhi ordered was not as lavish as imagined, just a simple meat and vegetable dish. Comparatively, Bai Zhi's meal was a bit more varied.
Both of them ate in silence, without exchanging a word.
Duan Xingzhi usually ate these types of meals, but for some reason, seeing her dishes and then looking at his own, he suddenly lost his appetite.
Bai Zhi noticed him glancing at her bowl repeatedly and was slightly surprised, feeling conflicted inside; she couldn't figure out what he meant.
Does he think my cooking is good?
Or is it...
