Her voice carried a sob, as if she was on the brink of utmost sorrow.
This plea stunned Tang Ping and scared Xu Wenyu; several employees who were eating also pricked up their ears to listen in.
Chi Yue slowly picked at the potatoes on her plate, using chopsticks to split them in half, then into smaller pieces, and even smaller—so small that the chopsticks could barely grip them—before leisurely placing the potato into her mouth…
The process was very lengthy.
Zhu Qing was waiting, everyone was waiting.
Waiting for her to say a word.
And Chi Yue…
After finishing that piece of potato, Chi Yue glanced at Tang Ping and revealed a satisfied smile.
"The potato is quite soft, flavorful. It has a hint of sourness, it's delicious, you shouldn't disdain it anymore."
Everyone: "..."
Tang Ping's brows slightly furrowed imperceptibly, "Is that so?"
