After the banquet ended and the guests left, it was already quite late.
A staff member called out to everyone, "You must be hungry. Hurry and grab something to eat. There's still plenty of food left, and it's all hot."
Sure enough, there was still quite a bit of food in the buffet warmers.
With the built-in heating, it was still steaming hot and smelled wonderful.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, set down their trays, stretched their arms, and kicked out their legs. They had been standing for so long that they were quite tired.
"Wang Ye, these ribs are the best. Come quick, I'll get you a plate! I checked ahead of time—this is the tastiest dish. But those foreigners and bosses don't know what's good. Hardly anyone touched it, so it works out perfectly for us." Zhou Yuan called from nearby, his face full of smug delight.
He held a large dinner plate piled high with braised ribs.
Maybe it was not that the foreigners and Chinese bosses did not know what was good. They simply felt that gnawing on ribs was not very elegant on an occasion like this...
Wang Ye smiled and did not refuse Zhou Yuan's kindness. He took a plate over, picked up some ribs, and added a little of the other dishes.
Then he found a chair, sat down, and began eating slowly.
After Zhou Yuan and Nalan Yaqi picked out their food, they carried their plates over as well.
"You're only eating this much? That can't be enough! Don't be shy. We're all our own people now, so eat whatever you want." Zhou Yuan glanced at Wang Ye's plate and made a fuss.
"Alright, just eat yours. Don't eat too much at night—it's not good for your health," Wang Ye said