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Ju De Restaurant was a very famous expensive restaurant in Beijing, which catered Si Zhengtingâs everyday work meals.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
What the employees received today was their ordinary set meal. It comes with two meats and two vegetables, including curry beef, fried fish, sweet and sour ribs, etc. Everyone could choose what they wanted.
Mr. Siâs secretarial team delivered the meals. Nobody had noticed that an extra one appeared on Zhuang Nainaiâs desk.
It looked just like everyone elseâs, but on opening it...
There was clearly more variety within the box. It included all their different kinds of meat, and it even contained abalones!
Everyone looked over upon the exclamation. They were all dumbfounded by the all-meat set meal.
It must have cost at least a thousand dollars!
Everyone rushed over, mumbling and pointing at Zhuang Nainaiâs dinner, fixing her with a baffled look at the same time.
âYeah, Zhuang Nainai, why is yours so different from ours?â
âAh, hers does not contain ginger, but ours all do! Perhaps it was a special order?â
âDid she order this herself?â
âNo, I saw May, the CEO secretary, put it on her desk with my own eyes.â
âMay... could she have made a mistake?â
Amidst the debates, Zhuang Nainai stared at the packed dinner and was lost in her own thoughts and memories of the past.
In high school, sheâd tried to sit at Si Zhengtingâs table every meal time to get close to him.
One day during lunch, she had kept on talking but he would not reply.
Zhuang Nainai had come up with an idea and threw the pieces of ginger from her bowl into his.
Si Zhengting had stopped eating and frowned. âWhat are you doing?â
Zhuang Nainai had shown no look of remorse. âGinger is good for fending off the cold, itâs good for you.â
Si Zhengting had replied coldly, âThen why arenât you eating it?â
âI donât have a stone-cold face!â
Si Zhengting had stared at the ginger in his bowl for a while and put down his chopsticks. Heâd then stood and walked off with his lunch tray.
Zhuang Nainai had hurriedly gone after him, still munching on her food. âHey, you arenât angry, are you?â
Si Zhengting had turned and looked at her coldly. âZhuang Nainai, donât ever throw ginger into my bowl again!â
Zhuang Nainai had stared at him with large innocent eyes. âWhy?â
âI donât eat from other peopleâs bowls.â Si Zhengtingâs words had been laced with a hint of irritation.
âAre you saliva-conscious?â
Si Zhengting had been speechless.
He had looked at Zhuang Nainai furiously.
Zhuang Nainai had not understood the situation and went on, âI know, I will pick the ginger out for you before I start eating next time.â
Si Zhengting had stalked off, and Zhuang Nainai had followed closely behind. Sheâd swept the rest of her food into her mouth before disposing of her lunch tray. Running after Si Zhengting, she had pleaded, âAlright, alright, donât be mad. Actually, I donât like ginger, thatâs why I gave them to you. How about you give me whatever you donât like next time? I wonât mind your saliva.â
Si Zhengting had given her a menacing stare.