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The next morning, John arrived at Keqing's home early. Since they were neighbors, Keqing suggested he come directly to her place for breakfast.
This wasn't because Keqing had any particular feelings for John—it was simply more efficient and saved time for work purposes.
What surprised Keqing was that John seemed far more capable at work today than yesterday, as if he'd suddenly had an epiphany.
The tasks she had assigned were handled meticulously. Even tasks she hadn't explicitly explained, John managed perfectly. He already looked like a skilled worker. Though there were minor differences compared to the secretaries at Yuehaiting, on the larger scale, he was practically there.
Could he really be a genius?
Seeing his performance, Keqing couldn't help but think this. She felt a bit delighted—if it were true, having such a competent assistant would make future work much easier.
More importantly, Keqing knew John's character and could trust him.
"It's already noon. Let's take a break. Work is important, but exhausting yourself over it would be counterproductive," Keqing said, clapping her hands.
She was very satisfied with the current progress. If this efficiency continued, she could fully take over all the materials left by her predecessor, Yu Hengxing, within a week.
Originally, she had expected it would take at least half a month to fully manage Yu Hengxing's "legacy," but now, thanks to John's help, one week would suffice.
Thinking this, Keqing's gaze toward John grew kinder. If feelings could be quantified, little "Like +1" indicators would be popping over her forehead.
"Understood, Lady Keqing," John nodded. After yesterday, he already knew that "Aqing" was just Keqing's nickname.
"You can just call me Aqing during break time—no need to be so formal," Keqing waved her hand. She was used to John calling her Aqing; calling her "Lady Keqing" suddenly felt distant.
John nodded in agreement. Calling her Aqing felt more personal, and maintaining a good relationship with one's superior was an art.
"Let's go to Wanmin Hall. Xiangling didn't go out to gather ingredients today, so she's probably cooking," Keqing said thoughtfully.
She missed Xiangling's Golden Silk Shrimp Balls. After a morning of hard work, being able to eat her favorite meal at lunch was a great joy.
"You really like Xiangling's cooking," John said with a smile.