In the CEO's office, Ji Ziming lifted the cover of the pots, and the room was immediately filled with the smell of the dishes.
"You don't want to have a meal together?" He saw Pei Ge eyeing the food on the coffee table surreptitiously and gulping.
"I'll head there in a while," insisted the woman.
"Then, I'll eat first." The corners of his lips curled as he picked up a slice of fish with his chopsticks. The fish was crispy, silky, and fragrant. Deep-fried in oil, it tasted tender with its superb texture.
Hearing the clear growling of her stomach, the smile on his face intensified. "Come over; if you still don't eat, I'll finish everything myself."
"Alright. I'm coming over now." The woman immediately put down the documents in her hands. To be honest, the moment she smelled the food, she could no longer digest the information on the contract.
She ran to his side as he gave her the other pair of chopsticks. "The fish is not bad; have a try."
