Li Qiang stuffed the grilled gluten into his mouth before he finally started using his chopsticks, looking helplessly at the table filled with fried chicken, stinky tofu, and a bowl of spicy hot pot accompanying the rice, Li Qiang felt full just by looking at it.
He hesitated for a long time, not knowing where to pick up with his chopsticks.
Seeing him dilly-dallying, Sun Yu quickly pinched a xiaolongbao and stuffed it into his mouth, "Eat up, after this I need to check out some English, and by the way, buy a dictionary."
Li Qiang, with his mouth stuffed, mumbled unclearly, "Aren't you, like, really good at English already?"
"That's just what I learned at school. At work, there'll always be some professional terms I need to look up in a dictionary."
"Can't you search on your phone?"
Sun Yu glanced at him, "How embarrassing would that be? Using my phone to translate at work? What's the point of hiring me then?"
