"Come on, Mr. Chu Feng, try my specialty grilled meatloaf!" Marina, dressed in comfortable home attire, hurried out of the kitchen with a plate. After setting it down in front of Chu Feng, she looked at him expectantly.
"Marina, just call me Chu Feng!" Chu Feng said, looking at the beautiful woman whose eyes shone with gratitude. He reluctantly picked up his knife and fork and took a bite of the food.
After a busy month, Chu Feng had finally found some free time. He had taken just one day off when Boris called him over to his house.
"That's right, Marina. Chu Feng is my friend; calling him Mr. Chu Feng is too formal!" Boris, seeing his plate was still empty, reluctantly set down his knife and fork and shook his head.
