"James? He should be off work by now!" Zhu Wencong took out his pocket watch to check the time.
"He seems to have gone to Arizona! He said that gold is everywhere there and if he doesn't go now, others will pick it all up," Fannie said, busy in the kitchen.
Without realizing it, Zhu Wencong walked into the kitchen and saw Fannie stir-frying; the way she wielded the spatula and wok, she was clearly a master.
Turning around, Fannie glanced at Zhu Wencong: "Doesn't the company provide Chinese food? I got used to eating it, and I wanted to have a try making it myself.
My favorite dish is sweet and sour fish, I don't know if you like it or not, and there's the difficult-to-make Dongpo pork."
"Either is fine!" It was the first time Zhu Wencong had seen a white woman cooking Chinese food, and he could tell they were not averse to it.
Once a habit is formed, it creates enormous inertia, making it very hard to change.
