Zuo Xintong, the young and tender 39-year-old woman, looked at the sumptuous dishes, and a little bit of pride welled up in her heart.
Damn guy, serving me like this every day, really diligent, huh!
Who knows what he's up to now?
Anyway, as long as she feels comfortable, that's what matters.
Liu Zhizhong smiled and said, "Mayor Zuo, you're back? Come, come, just in time for dinner. You sit down first, I'll take off my skirt."
As he spoke, he started taking off his kitchen apron.
Zuo Xintong couldn't help but laugh, "You dog, why is your mouth so cheeky?"
Of course, she happily sat down, facing the fragrant dinner, her mood was still great.
Liu Zhizhong placed the apron aside, then took a finely packaged box from another shelf and handed it over.
The box appeared to have a bit of weight.
"Here, Mayor Zuo, this is for you, wishing you youth and beauty, and everlasting charm!"
Zuo Xintong reached out to take it, slightly heavy, "What's this? A gift for me?"
