Shen Lu froze for a second, then immediately understood.
"The food is warmer when it's served fresh. Next time, go get the food from the restaurant yourself. I'm very busy."
"Huh? But…" Yang Jing hadn't expected Shen Lu to not only reject her suggestion but also tell her to get the food herself. "Wouldn't that be… inappropriate?"
"What's inappropriate about it?"
"I…"
"Then it's settled. I'm very busy," Shen Lu reiterated. "It's best if you handle these small tasks yourself."
'She's just insecure and afraid of seeing people. Fine, I'll give her some exposure therapy. It'll be good for Yang Jing to see people every day.'
Shen Lu didn't think Yang Jing's presence would give customers a bad impression of the restaurant.
Although Yang Jing's clothes were old, they were clean and tidy, so she wouldn't disgust anyone.
Dazed and confused, Yang Jing carried the three meals back to the corrugated iron shack.
