The dishes were served one after another. Li Si took a few bites and, using the excuse of going to the restroom, headed to the office to find Cui Hao.
She pushed open the door to see Cui Hao sitting on the sofa, a cigarette in hand. The ashtray already held several extinguished butts.
"Uncle Cui, is there something wrong?"
Li Si sat down, coughing twice from the smoke, and asked curiously.
"Li Si, the man you just saw is the head chef of our restaurant's kitchen. He was introduced to me by a friend. I originally thought he was trustworthy since we were all acquaintances. Who would've thought he'd pull something like this!" Cui Hao stood up to open the window for some fresh air, then turned back and let out a sigh.