Liang Zixuan went up to the eighty-eighth floor and knocked on the door of Han Yuanjun's office before entering.
Glancing at the dishes prepared on the table, she sat down on the sofa with a smile. "Yao Xiu is getting better at doing his work. Everything is my favorite dish."
"I told him to order!" Han Yuanjun looked up from his computer screen with bitterness. His tone was sour. "What does that have to do with him?"
"Is that so?" Liang Zixuan took a piece of sweet and sour ribs and chewed on it for a while. Her eyes narrowed, "Don't you dislike sweet and sour ribs? Then why do you order it anyway?"
"Because you like it, I'm ordering it." Han Yuanjun stood up and walked around the table. "Even if I don't like it, I have to learn to eat sweet and sour ribs!"
This sentence made Liang Zixuan laugh. "Alright, who gave you the vinegar to eat, hmm? Why is it so sour? Hurry up and eat. I still have a lot of work to do after this."
