"Your cooking's no good. Study hard and keep improving from now on. There's knowledge in everything—you have to put your heart into it. The ingredients are the same whether it tastes good or bad. Boss Lady, you need to learn to treat yourself better, and even more, learn to enjoy the pleasures of life."
Despite saying that, Wang Yan still wolfed down the dishes and happily drank the ice-cold beer.
"Also, two dishes aren't enough. Make four from now on. I eat a lot and don't handle hunger well. You can't seriously have me going hungry for nine meals in three days, can you? That would make you a terribly incompetent boss lady."
"No, it's just that you eat—" Xiong Qingchun slapped her chopsticks onto the table, cutting herself off angrily. Under Wang Yan's smiling gaze, she gave an embarrassed laugh and obediently picked up her chopsticks, placing food into his bowl.
"Big brother, eat more. No matter how bad my cooking is, it's still better than what they serve in there, right? Look at you—you say it tastes bad, but you're eating so enthusiastically. You must've been starving. Eat more, eat more."
"You really look down on people. The food in there was much better than yours."
Xiong Qingchun rolled her eyes, took a deep breath, and silently ate the rice in her bowl. She really had the worst luck in eight lifetimes...
"Tell me about your boyfriend. What's with that look? Afraid to talk about him? Is he too shameful to be seen?"
"No. There's just nothing much to say. He's from Hangzhou, and he went to England to study abroad not long ago."
"How did you meet? How long have you been together?"
"Four years. It's a pretty cliché story, really. I went to Hangzhou for a