Wei Chengfeng stood up and walked to the reception area with a bag in hand.
He sat down and called over to Qiao Ling, "Sit."
Qiao Ling sat down, reached out, and began taking items from the bag, "I remember you used to love sandwiches from this place. I don't know if your taste has changed, but their coffee is also pretty good, all freshly ground."
Qiao Ling passed a sandwich over.
Wei Chengfeng took it and gave a slight 'hmm', but then added, "I remember you don't like their food."
Qiao Ling placed a cup of hot coffee in front of him and said, "It's okay, I'll have whatever you're having."
Qiao Ling took a bite of her sandwich, chewed for a moment, and asked, "Brother Chengfeng, what job are you planning to assign me?"
"What do you want to do?" he asked.
"Me?" Qiao Ling's eyes twinkled as she responded, "I would like to be your secretary, how about that?"
