Lin Xu was silent.
Who asked you to let her tease you?
By now, the beef soup in the pot was ready. He served Shen Baobao a bowl, then filled a few baked buns with meat, placed them on a plate, and brought them over.
Just as Shen Baobao had finished eating and was about to drive to work, President Chen's white Porsche 911 slowly stopped at the shop entrance.
"Where's that little rascal Yueyue? Where did she go?"
Chen Yan came into the shop, puffed up with anger, clearly intending to give her younger cousin a piece of her mind.
But when Lin Xu handed her the meat-filled baked bun, this ageless beauty instantly succumbed.
Damn it! He's tempting me with delicious food again!
"Yueyue said you like the buns extra crispy, so I baked these a little longer. Eat slowly, Sister Yan, don't choke," Lin Xu said, then brought President Chen a bowl of beef soup.
Yes, baked buns with beef soup—the perfect combination.
