Zhang Siyu made dinner: three dishes and a soup, with both meat and vegetables.
As Lu Ming shoveled rice into his mouth, he said to Wen Ning,
"By the way, Wen Ning, when are you paying me? I don't even dare buy anything when I go out. I haven't got a penny on me."
Wen Ning rolled his eyes at Lu Ming.
"Don't you always go out with Siyu? What do you need money for? I'm saving it for you so you can get married someday."
With that, he popped a piece of braised pork into his mouth.
Hearing that, Lu Ming almost filed a labor arbitration claim against Wen Ning.
"Zhang Siyu won't even let me buy a bottle of happy juice."
Zhang Siyu was carrying a plate of stir-fried seasonal vegetables out of the kitchen. Hearing Lu Ming's complaint, she set it on the table and sat beside him, her tone leaving no room for argument.
"What do you need soda for? That stuff's full of sugar. It'll make you fat."
Lu Ming still had half a piece of braised pork between his chopsticks. At her words, even the meat trembled.
"Am I fat? Where am I fat? I have a perfectly normal build!"
Without even looking up, Wen Ning added,
"That roll around your belly made a pretty loud slap last night."
Lu Ming glared at Wen Ning.
"You..."
Zhang Siyu placed a helping of greens in Lu Ming's bowl.
"Eat more of these. They'll cut through the grease."
Lu Ming looked down at the bright green vegetables in his bowl, his face miserable.
"I can't live like this anymore. My wages are being withheld, happy juice is banned, and I can't even eat a piece of meat without being forced to eat grass."
Wen Ning calmly