Chapter 111

Juanita took Joyce and Luther and went to a tiny restaurant right next

to the road.

The decoration in the restaurant was enough to tell them this restaurant

was at least two or three decades old. Without the name of the

restaurant hanging above the door, they could by no means know that

this was actually a restaurant.

Juanita pushed open the aluminum sliding door, which was not high

enough for Luther's height, so he had to bend down to enter.

Inside was a whole crowd of people, eating and drinking, noisy, lively,

and boisterous.

The owner of the store greeted Juanita warmly, "Girl, you're here again,

and you brought your friend.”

A burst of greasy aromas wafted over the noisy environment, causing

Luther to frown.

The slightly dirty tile floor seemed a little sticky when he stepped on it,

and he looked down at the limited edition custom leather shoes on his

feet, which looked out of place.

Juanita also noticed and asked awkwardly, "Boss, do you need a better

restaurant than this one? Here, here, uh, really not very suitable for

you."

The owner vacated a table in almost no time. She threw the dishes on

that table into the cleaning bucket, took out a rag with hardly any color,

wiped it twice, and greeted, "Come, come, sit here."

Joyce was the first to be seated, and she looked over at Luther with

amusement.

The high and mighty president, this arrogant man, had probably never

condescended to come to such a tiny restaurant. The greasy table and

stool might also blemish his finely tailored suits.

Luther saw the mockery on her face. Although his heart had wanted to

leave and his handsome face could hardly hide his dislike, he still said,

"No need! This is it."

"Oh." Juanita hurriedly took out wet paper towels and wiped the stool

beside Joyce carefully, "Please sit down then, Boss."

Luther took a really close look to make sure it was clean before he sat

down, and his body was tightened up all the time, afraid to get himself

dirty.

"Just can't imagine a man as arrogant as you are should be so afraid to

get yourself dirty.” Joyce flattened her lips and muttered.

Luther looked sideways, "What did you say?"

"Oh, nothing, I said I'm hungry! Hurry up and get something to eat.”

Joyce looked calm and leisurely picked up the menu and flipped

through it.

"We want a large steam pot chicken, a braised matsutake, and a

roasted tofu,” Juanita almost shouted at the owner while wiping the

table in circles with paper towels. She complained in her heart. For

what her boss just had to come with them to such a place! With such a

man around, she did not even dare to say anything, could not enjoy her

meal, and now had to clean up the table like a waitress.

Joyce cleaned all the dishes with boiling water, then handed them to

Luther at her side.

Luther saw that Joyce did not clean her own dishes, "You don't use

them?"

Joyce propped up her chin with one hand, a smile in the corner of her

eyes, "I'm fine. I grew up in an orphanage, I don’t need all those

troubles.”

Luther's handsome face darkened. Looking at her playful smile, he

gave her a fierce glare.

Juanita hurriedly got in to calm the situation down, "This restaurant has

been here for thirty years. And the owner was from the south. So you

will have exactly what you will have in the south! I am sure it will not let

you down."

Luther took Joyce's dishes and helped her to clean them up as well.

Before long, the owner brought up the food himself, “Girl, so your

friends are a couple. Handsome and beautiful, you are really quite a

match. You are just made for each other" She smiled and said to Joyce,

"I always know it when I see people, and I won't be mistaken. A very

considerate man, not bad."

"Uh, we ..." Joyce wanted to say something, but... Forget it, she did not

need an explanation.

Joyce opened the lid of the pottery steamer, and immediately the hot

steam and the aroma overflowed. Not bad!