Chen Ze stroked his chin; Hastur had already gone back, and Chen Ze didn't really want to continue entertaining guests, so he closed the door, locked it, planned to have dinner, then let Betty go home. Afterward, he could enjoy some alone time with Lafra.
"Manager," Betty interrupted Chen Ze's thoughts.
"What's up?" Chen Ze looked up and asked, dinner had been quite sumptuous, and it included the braised pork Chen Ze himself was very fond of.
It must be said, although there are many types of braised pork, Chen Ze thought the best tasting was braised pork with oily tofu—the tofu brimming with the braised pork's gravy was an utter delight, a bite of it was pure enjoyment, really fabulous.
"That TV show I watched before, it said you can cook with holly flowers, and claimed it's delicious. Have you ever tried it, Manager?" Betty, holding her bowl, shoveled rice into her mouth eagerly.
"Cough, cough, cough..." Chen Ze almost choked to death, hastily patting his chest to ease himself.
