"Hmm!"
Ou Mucen, seeing that he had agreed, also breathed a sigh of relief. He picked up his phone and replied, telling Secretary Gao to make the arrangements, and then asked the waiter to come over for the check.
"Uncle, there's still so much left. Can we pack it up and take it home?"
"No!"
Ou Mucen's response was crisp and decisive!
Packing up the leftovers?
When had he, the Crown Prince of the Ou Corporation, ever done such a thing?
But Little Baozi, seeing that he was unwilling, became insistent and refused to leave: "But it's such a waste, Uncle. You didn't eat any of it. I'll pack it up, and if you get hungry later, you can eat it on the road. Look, you haven't eaten anything."
Ye Xiaobao tried hard to persuade this spendthrift uncle who didn't take wasting food seriously.
