Time was gradually drawing close to six o'clock, and Li Haiping had already started serving the dishes.
He was now the private chef for Cheng Daqi, personally certified by Eris.
Carrying the freshly prepared refreshing shredded salad, Li Haiping walked over to the dining table.
The middle-aged intermediary squinted his eyes and scanned the living room.
Half of the guests invited by Cheng Daqi had arrived; only a few were missing.
But as men grow old, their hearts remain young, and Li Haiping's gaze was ultimately drawn to Lisa and Temir.
"My goodness, are all the women Cheng knows this beautiful?"
Elder Li felt a bit disheartened, having had a spark of inspiration while cooking to perhaps set up his daughter with Cheng Daqi.
They were close in age, his daughter was pretty, and Cheng Daqi's prospects were bright—it seemed like a match made in heaven.
