Zhang Jing looked up with an anticipating look on his face when his assistant walked in into his room. He took a deep breath, and the smile on his face widened as he inhaled the delicious food. He waved the assistant over and pointed at the coffee table at the side.
Assistant Huo immediately understood and brought the takeaway food to the table. Zhang Jing went over, took out the box, and swallowed at the sight of BBQ ribs. "This is from that Old Man Lian's restaurant, right?"
"Yes," Assistant Huo nodded. Facing the meat lover Chairman, Assistant Huo felt the corner of his lips started to twitch "I went there and watched Old Man Lian prepared them, Chairman Zhang."
Zhang Jing laughed with satisfaction. He picked up the spareribs and put it in his mouth. Once the taste spread into his mouth, Zhang Jing closed his eyes to savor the flavor.
