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Ju De Restaurant was a very famous expensive restaurant in Beijing, which catered Si Zhengting’s everyday work meals.
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. Si’s secretarial team delivered the meals. Nobody had noticed that an extra one appeared on Zhuang Nainai’s desk.
It looked just like everyone else’s, 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 Nainai’s dinner, fixing her with a baffled look at the same time.
Yeah, Zhuang Nainai, why is yours so different from ours?
Ah, hers does not contain ginger, but ours all do! Perhaps it was a special order?
Did she order this herself?
No, I saw May, the CEO secretary, put it on her desk with my own eyes.
May… could she have made a mistake?
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, she’d tried to sit at Si Zhengting’s 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.
What are you doing?
Zhuang Nainai had shown no look of remorse.
Ginger is good for fending off the cold, it’s good for you.
Si Zhengting had replied coldly,
Then why aren’t you eating it?
I don’t have a stone-cold face!
Si Zhengting had stared at the ginger in his bowl for a while and put down his chopsticks. He’d then stood and walked off with his lunch tray.
Zhuang Nainai had hurriedly gone after him, still munching on her food.
Hey, you aren’t angry, are you?
Si Zhengting had turned and looked at her coldly.
Zhuang Nainai, don’t ever throw ginger into my bowl again!
Zhuang Nainai had stared at him with large innocent eyes.
Why?
I don’t eat from other people’s bowls.
Si Zhengting’s words had been laced with a hint of irritation.
Are you saliva-conscious?
Si Zhengting had been speechless.
He had looked at Zhuang Nainai furiously.
Zhuang Nainai had not understood the situation and went on,
I know, I will pick the ginger out for you before I start eating next time.
Si Zhengting had stalked off, and Zhuang Nainai had followed closely behind. She’d swept the rest of her food into her mouth before disposing of her lunch tray. Running after Si Zhengting, she had pleaded,
Alright, alright, don’t be mad. Actually, I don’t like ginger, that’s why I gave them to you. How about you give me whatever you don’t like next time? I won’t mind your saliva.
Si Zhengting had given her a menacing stare.
