At noon, I joined Vivi for lunch in the employee cafeteria downstairs.
There was a new dish today, spicy hotpot crab, which was Weining's favorite. After queueing for five minutes, she was lucky enough to snag the last serving.
Just by looking at it, you could tell it was extremely flavorful.
Weining dined immersively.
Vivi silently watched from the side.
After holding back for a while and feeling a faint pain in her teeth, she couldn't help but ask, "Can all of you from Chengdu handle spicy food like this?"
"Don't get me wrong, I don't represent everyone."
Weining didn't look up as she spoke, but inside she was making comparisons and felt that this dish wasn't nearly as good as the one Old Liang made at home; it lacked something.
What was it missing?
Right.
Cilantro.
You could get it at the window.
Vivi thought she would take action immediately, but...
There was no such result.
In fact, Weining's disposition in private and at work were completely different.
