It's not just reasonable, it's fucking reasonable!
He Ziheng closed his lunchbox. Even though the sizzling aroma of twice-cooked pork wafted into his nose wave after wave, he refused to eat. He's determined to hold out!
Moreover, he even covered up the rice he had only taken two bites of, "I still have leftover rice for tomorrow!"
Ssshhh!
People in the line behind him collectively gasped. This guy is really stubborn!
Why on earth is he being so obstinate? Can't he tell that the boss's words implied: I don't want to cook for you now?
Chen Mo was also slightly taken aback. Where is this fellow from, to have such a quirky way of thinking?
"Alright, I'll still be here tomorrow. I can help you make twice-cooked pork fried rice then, but there will be a processing fee!"
"No problem!" He Ziheng stacked the two lunchboxes and held them in his arms, resisting the urge to eat them, and turned to walk out to the street.
Jia Zhijun looked down at his empty bowl, "Did I miss something?"
