"Qingyin, stay here to dine with Sir and be polite. If you can be appreciated by Sir, you will benefit in your entire life. Remember to never talk nonsense."
When Pu Donghuang turned around and was about to go to the kitchen, he did not forget to remind Pu Qingyin.
"Still the old way."
At the table, when Ye Bei heard Pu Donghuang's words, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
The last time he came here, there was also a young girl.
At that time, it was almost the same. Pu Donghuang went to cook and asked the girl to accompany him to eat.
But that time was too long, so long as Ye Bei had forgotten the girl's appearance, the girl's name, just remembered that there was such a person.
"Don't worry, I know, I will definitely not quarrel with him."
When Pu Qingyin said this, her hands were hanging in front of her stomach, and she respectfully stood still at the table.
