Ling Yin silently gave a thumbs up to the chef from the boss's house; this skill was learned entirely from the master chef. "If you like it, eat more."
"Okay." With a sweep, he finished the steak on his plate: "Brother Ling, once you finish eating, I'll measure you. I've brought a few new clothes I designed myself, take a look and see if you like any."
Hua Hua took out a not-so-thick brochure from his briefcase, which contained several suits he recently designed, and handed it over.
Ling Yin wiped his mouth with a napkin and began flipping through the brochure.
Hua Hua scooted his chair over and started explaining.
The air was thick with the scent of his cologne.
Ling Yin steadied his mind, not being swayed by the fragrance; whenever Hua Hua talked about his expertise, he always became exceptionally lively, unconsciously raising his orchid pinky, pointing at one design: "Brother Ling, I think this suit matches your style well."
