Twenty minutes later, Gu Weiwei had the noodles served in a bowl and went to knock on the door of the study.
"President Fu, dinner is ready."
Fu Hanzheng opened the door and came out of the study, he was greeted by the appealing smell of warm noodles in the living room. He felt hungry.
He sat down and took a few bites. The tomatoes were boiled so that they tasted both sweet and sour, and the egg felt soft and tender; the noodles blended with the open and smooth texture of the soup.
Although the noodles were not as exquisitely made as the ones made by his home chef, the bowl of noodles tasted like home.
The light of the dining room cast a mild gleam upon the girl sitting opposite him, making her look so beautiful. That was something he had never noticed before.
Seeing that he stopped eating after a few bites, Gu Weiwei looked up in surprise. "Not tasty?"
"It is very tasty."
