Last time she and Ye Sheng made dumplings together, everything went smoothly.
She was utterly flummoxed.
The dumplings were brought in a thermal box, but the delay in eating them meant that their flavor couldn't match that of freshly cooked dumplings.
When she bit into one, the skin was soft and mushy.
Li Susu quietly put down her chopsticks: "Or... shall we order takeout?"
"Eating is just to fill the stomach, it doesn't matter what we eat."
What matters is, who she's eating with.
But clearly Li Susu didn't agree with this philosophy.
"There's a huge difference between eating lobster and shrimps, the taste is not the same at all! You make a lot of money, yet you're not particular about food, then where's the pleasure in making money?"
Huo Sichen pondered seriously, then asked her, "Do I need pleasure in making money?"
