If he was at the dining table at home now, his wife would definitely praise Old Zhang's cooking skills continuously. She would always be particularly happy when she ate good food.
Her mouth was also very small. Every time, she would overestimate the capacity of her mouth, and could only eat one-third of a full spoonful.
Thinking of his wife, Yao Zizhou suddenly felt that the food in front of him was tasteless. After a while, Yao Zizhou came back to his senses. He could not be so useless, he had to treat that heartless woman coldly, as if he was dealing with an opponent.
Even though he thought this, Yao Zizhou kept looking at the time. Time passed slowly, and finally, it was nine o'clock. Yao Zizhou could not sit still any longer and left the company building.
He sat in the car and thought to himself, 'Once I get home, I've got to persevere. I can't be soft-hearted just because of a few sugar-coated bullets from her.'
