Le Tong knew that President Ji's unpredictable temper had flared up again. She was too lazy to explore further or argue with him, so she flipped through the recipe and pointed out a few dishes that Ji Rui liked to eat.
"Baby, there are already six here, you can choose the rest."
Ji Baby closed the menu with an "oh," crawled to the other end of the sofa, picked up the phone, and dialed directly.
"Hello, Uncle. This is Ji Yu. Can you please send some dishes over?"
When Le Tong heard Ji Baby's familiar tone, she knew that this father and son pair must frequently call Longxiang for takeout.
Only someone with President Ji's status could have a super-five-star hotel like Longxiang deliver at a whim. If it were someone like her, Le Tong, even with money, they wouldn't bother with her, right?
"Hmm, hmm, also, Sister has been injured. Can she eat all the dishes from before?"
