Li Hao paced around the yard, contemplating whether he should enter Xiaobei and her colleagues' office, but the thought of Gao Dailin being there held him back.
Lunch wasn't ready until almost one o'clock. After everyone sat down, Gao Dailin glanced at the dishes on the table and his face soured. Patches of pork were cut inconsistently, and its color was a sickening, stark white. The fish looked like it had been burnt to a crisp. The only palatable dish appeared to be stir-fried potatoes.
Xiaobei couldn't help but grimace, wondering if she could eat this.
Looking utterly dissatisfied, Li Hao felt a flush of embarrassment - he glanced angrily at Cuicui. With the meal turning out this way, he felt he had lost face.
Ling Yun stepped in to diffuse the situation: "Alright, let's sit down and eat. This is Cuicui's first time cooking at the office, so it's natural she's a little nervous," she said.
