Speaking of Chef Zhao, there he is!
Fu Yu was chatting with Sun Qingning when Zhao Meng, with a spring in his step, strolled into the small restaurant after clocking in.
"Hey! Eating, huh!"
Sun Qingning quickly stood up enthusiastically to greet him, "Chef Zhao! Good morning! Today we're having eight treasure porridge with tiger salad and pan-fried bread slices. Shall I serve you a bowl of porridge?"
Zhao Meng waved his hand, "No need, I've already eaten. Bao'Er wanted leek boxes yesterday, so I specifically went to the market for fresh leeks this morning and made a whole batch for her."
Though his tone was normal, the pride in his eyes was unmistakable.
The old bachelor unexpectedly found love and moved into his girlfriend's place, wanting to show off to his colleagues was only natural.
Sun Qingning, who had a girlfriend, sat back down with an expression that said "I understand."
Only Fu Yu, the single guy, had his breakfast disrupted by the public display of affection.
