Caroline Edwin chopped one of the fish into evenly-sized pieces and arranged them on a plate.
The uniform size of the fish pieces would be especially satisfying to anyone with obsessive-compulsive tendencies.
"A bottle of cooking wine for a lunch meal? No matter how I look at it, my team seems to be getting the short end of the stick."
"How about this, Associate Director Sinclair, instead of just providing cooking wine, you can either supply us with ingredients or pay for your meals directly."
Hearing her words, Cypress Sinclair's wishful thinking came to an abrupt end, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
Was she openly trying to take advantage of him? And yet, he was truly fond of this dish.
Thinking of the delicious fish, he gritted his teeth and agreed, "Fine, I'll provide ingredients for your team from now on, but I want to eat with you every day."
