The small reception area was very quiet, with a whole set of tempered glass coffee tables and leather sofas, elegant as if they were works of art.
On the coffee table were plates of exquisite dishes, a mix of meat and vegetables, full of color, aroma, and flavor, making one's mouth water. On the other side were clean bowls and chopsticks, a small jar with white rice, and empty glass cups, etc.
Su Xingyu understood, he was asking her to eat.
She bent down to pick up an empty bowl, served him a portion of rice, then served herself, and placed the chopsticks and tea one by one.
Then she went to call him, "Alright."
Only then did he put down the documents in his hand, coming over in a leisurely manner, sitting down to take up a bowl.
Su Xingyu also sat down, head down, eating quietly.
