The chef took care of the box of vegetables by himself, then hugged the box and ran.
Dr. Xiaozhang's face turned bright red, seeing the wild vegetables were no longer secure, and before he had mustered up the courage to think of his lines, he impulsively rushed to the office:
"Director, I bought some more wild vegetables, let's all go to the cafeteria for lunch—"
He got stuck there.
Because in this office, at the very head of the table, sat a middle-aged man who was well-known to the people of our province, yet not so familiar.
The man looked at him and started to chuckle, "Is this a group outing to the cafeteria for wild vegetables? Mind if Secretary Wang and I join, would that be convenient?"
Whether or not that meal would be convenient, Dr. Xiaozhang didn't know. He only knew he felt like he had fallen from the clouds, not even knowing what he ate at noon.
