I knew it. Catherine was a good employee.
She'd clearly taken the customer's request—"I'd rather eat the food here than the staff"—to heart.
Her past work experience had also come in handy. She'd found clothes to wear in no time, and even managed to dig up some food.
Of course, she'd been in a hurry. She hadn't even had time to fry it.
Fu Qian glanced at the food Catherine was holding.
She'd prepared two portions, and they were exactly the same.
Six finger-length sausages each, half red and half pale gray, with a side of sauce thoughtfully included.
"Thank you."
Fu Qian reached out and took them, remembering to show his gratitude.
It was only natural that she'd been in a rush. For one thing, Catherine had a strong survival instinct, and everyone had clearly heard Crystal's earlier concerns about her running away.
To avoid being mistaken for someone planning to flee, Catherine probably hadn't dared stay out of sight for long. Given that, Fu Qian was already quite satisfied with the results.
As for serving the food without cooking it?
It was obvious at a glance that it was ready to eat, so there was no problem with that.
"You're really going to eat here?"
On the one hand, Fu Qian's excessively casual and polite manner left Catherine at a loss. On the other, Crystal seemed a little dumbfounded.
Seeing Fu Qian actually spear a sausage and put it in his mouth, even remembering to dip it in the sweet-smelling sauce, she finally couldn't help exclaiming in surprise. The killing intent she'd just gathered dissipated in an instant.
What else? What did you think was one of the reasons I took off my mask so quickly?
Fu Qian merely gave a slight nod in response, observing table manners