Wang Dadong sat at the small wooden table wearing slippers several sizes too small for his feet.
Zhou Hui immediately served Wang Dadong a meal, with hot and sour shredded potatoes, stir-fried Lotus White, and a small dish of pickles on the table.
Although the dishes were all very ordinary and the meal was just plain porridge, Wang Dadong found it unusually delicious.
Having a woman take care of him felt really good.
After finishing the meal, Zhou Hui cleared the table and washed the dishes.
"Ah, Little Hui Sister, you're really virtuous. Whoever marries you would be blessed for many lifetimes." Wang Dadong stood at the kitchen doorway, somewhat emotional as he spoke.
Zhou Hui's face flushed with shyness the moment Wang Dadong praised her, "Not at all, I'm just a mere receptionist. Which man would like me? I guess men would prefer to marry a woman like President Lin?"
