Su Yinhe took out a large, transparent plastic bag, containing six disposable lunch boxes.
"Inside, there are three boxes of dishes, and three are rice. The stir-fried meat with chili might be a bit spicy, so if you can't eat spicy food, just pick out the meat and soak it in hot water, and don't eat the peppers."
"Lunch?" Ah Qian gaped at the six lunch boxes.
They actually had lunch?
Was there really lunch?
"Mhm, better head back early. It's too dangerous after dark," Su Yinhe said, looking at the dimming sky with some worry.
"Thank you, boss. You're really a great person," Ah Qian suddenly bowed deeply several times.
Wang Xin didn't even react at first. He was just as shocked.
So much instant noodles were already enough, but the boss even provided lunch. And such large portions—at six boxes—they could make it last for three days with careful rationing if there were about a dozen of them.
As Ah Qian walked away carrying the plastic bag, he kept praising Su Yinhe.
