"Auntie, please take the chef to have dinner first; we'll head over soon,"
After making his request to Zhang Xiaowei, Lü Haitao turned immediately to the housekeeper.
The chef could tell that Lü Haitao was intentionally avoiding him.
Playing along, he reluctantly took one more glance into the clay pot before leaving the room.
"Mr. Lü, you're not still going to talk about the ingredients, are you?"
Putting two and two together, Zhang Xiaowei guessed Lü Haitao's intentions.
With a troubled expression and an embarrassed nod, Lü Haitao admitted, "Yes, indeed, but I really need those ingredients of yours. Do you think you could manage to spare some for me? Whatever price you set is fine."
For him to speak so frankly showed the matter was of great importance.
Zhang Xiaowei glanced at Mrs. Lü, who was still enjoying her soup, sensing that Lü Haitao's urgency wasn't just for his wife.
"Mr. Lü, start by telling me what it's all about," Zhang Xiaowei said.
