Seeing those obviously unappetizing cookies, the madam still made such a request.
Though He Jin agreed, he decided he should mention it to Young Master Tang once he returned.
Don't eat them!
After all, when it came to Young Master Tang, he had always stood for two words.
Loyal! Devoted!
"Young Master Tang's kindness can never be repaid; the interest on it just keeps piling up."
He Jin hummed to himself. Recently, the Tang Family executives' group chat had even been renamed Young Master Tang's Kindness Can Never Be Repaid.
A bunch of bootlickers sang Young Master Tang's praises in the chat every day.
He rarely went along with them.
In life and work, one had to keep one's feet on the ground and sincerely do things well. Could sucking up alone earn Young Master Tang's appreciation?
Impossible!
A while later, Father Tang walked in from outside, his expression somewhat unpleasant.
As he passed He Jin, his gaze was drawn to the box on the table. He asked, "What's this? Did someone come by to give us a gift?"
"It's a box of cookies. Miss Qiu sent them for Young Master Tang, but he isn't home, so the madam asked me to leave them here for Young Master Tang to eat when he gets back."
He Jin answered truthfully.
"Oh, who was Miss Qiu again? Never mind, I'll have a taste."
Unlike his wife, Father Tang did not pay that much attention to his son. He truly could not remember Qiu Xiaozhu, whom he had only met once.
Thinking that his son had managed to get a girl to come to the house bearing delicious food, Father Tang—already in a bad mood—opened the box, took out a cookie, and stuffed it into his mouth.
The next second, Father Tang snatched