"What kind of look is that?"
Jiang Jiamian, who had just burned his mouth, nearly burst into tears. His face flushed bright red. After a moment, when the stinging sensation finally subsided, he looked up, only to meet Zhou Mushen's helpless yet faintly pitying gaze.
His irritation flared instantly.
Zhou Mushen paused, quickly composed himself, and resumed his professional smile. "No, Mr. Jiang. I was just worried you might get burned."
Jiang Jiamian: "…"
If you dare say that one more time, I'll fire you.
"That's it? Just scrambled eggs? I've been starving for three days! Three whole days!"
He tapped the edge of the plate with his fork in dissatisfaction.
Zhou Mushen's expression changed instantly. "What? Three days? You mean you haven't eaten properly for three days because…"
"Hm?"
Jiang Jiamian suddenly looked up at him.
