The bodyguard was speechless.
What in the hell were wontons? Saying that it wasn't troublesome… Could it be food from Mr. Fu's country?
Little Lu smiled very politely.
The bodyguard reported all of Little Lu's requests. After getting a reply, he said to Little Lu, "The servants will send hot tea over in ten minutes! The supper is also being prepared…"
As for the wontons that weren't troublesome, Mr. Khalifa's kitchen staff was already busy at work. The experienced chef wasn't proficient in making food like wontons and had called his friend to ask for help.
Little Lu returned to the room to wait. Ten minutes later, someone knocked on the door, bringing in a teapot and teacups…
The hands at Little Lu's sides clenched up a little when he saw the servant's appearance. He received the tray from the servant without showing any expression, opened the lid of the pot to smell the tea, then nodded and thanked the servant.
