If it were just for a day or two, I'd bring Dundun along for fun, but any longer wouldn't work. As the store manager, I can't neglect my duties.
When she went upstairs, she saw Director Shen vying with the special scriptwriter Geng Lele over chicken meat.
"These chicken feet are cooked perfectly. Yue, you should have some."
"Not me. Nibbling on chicken feet is such a time-waster. By the time I finish, you'll have eaten all the meat," she replied.
Having been around Geng Lele for a while, everyone had more or less gotten used to her sly little schemes, like not eating the snacks she brought before a meal or drinking the beverages she bought. Additionally, during meals, it was also necessary to promptly reject her seemingly kind offers to dish out food. Because if you weren't careful, you might end up with something difficult to eat, like chicken feet, and would then have to watch as she devoured all the tasty morsels herself.
