In the solemn, tense conference room, everyone instinctively turned around to see which clueless waiter dared to bring in a bowl of steaming, fragrant noodles at a time like this. That enticing smell… damn, now they were hungry!
Si Mingjing lifted her eyes with a bright smile, swept a glance around the room, and said with a grin, "Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt your meeting."
"C-Crown Princess Consort?"
The political bigwigs present all abruptly stood up.
"I heard you've been in meetings all day. I'm afraid many of you didn't even have time for lunch, right? I brought you an afternoon snack. How about eating while you talk?"
Si Mingjing didn't come in alone. Seven or eight waitresses followed behind her in single file, each carrying a bowl of noodles.
To let her husband pad his stomach openly and justifiably, she had a flash of inspiration and gave everyone present an extra meal.
