"We should let the chef make a new one."
Tang Li listened, the corners of her lips curved slightly: "Actually, I made some earlier, and there's still quite a bit left!"
"..." Mr. Song.
"I'll go get it from the kitchen." Tang Li pushed back her chair and just stood up when the chef, who had been standing by the door, finally spoke up: "The spaghetti Miss Tang made was quite good. I got a bit greedy earlier, and embarrassingly, I've already eaten most of it."
With that, the chef tactfully looked at Mr. Song.
—As expected.
Mr. Song did not blame him and simply instructed, "Then make another one."
The chef understood and turned into the kitchen.
Tang Li sat back at the table, resting her chin on her hands, turning her gaze to Mr. Song: "Aren't you going to eat?"
A faint smile appeared on Song Baiyan's lips, his right hand still holding the fork: "This big plate of pasta, are you planning on having it as dinner?"
