"Haha, it's rare to see Boss Jing shooing people away, and I can't just stubbornly sit down and crash their employees' celebration dinner," Jun Jia exhaled deeply, giving Jing Shu a thumbs up for the first time. "Next time, I'll definitely come."
"Are you really not going to try it? It's really delicious."
The rest shook their heads like bobbleheads. If Jing Shu were to comment, it'd be that people are just too finicky, having grown too accustomed to comfort to stomach these things. In another year or two, what won't they eat? The wealthy would have to pinch their noses to eat moldy old rice.
Thinking about how Jing Shu could still enjoy these delicacies then made her feel pretty awesome.
