When Zhu Maolin returned from outside, he found that Xiao Lu was not at the booth... the electric stove was already turned off, and the soup base had long cooled down.
Perhaps she just went to the restroom or something? Zhu Maolin instinctively had this thought.
He shook his head and glanced at the items he had just bought—the small cake pieces bought from a nearby bakery.
But after waiting for a moment, Zhu Maolin still didn't see Xiao Lu return, feeling somewhat uneasy. He simply called the minister, "Has my friend who was working part-time here left already?"
"Oh... I remember now." The minister apologized with a face full of guilt, "I'm sorry, I was really busy and didn't notice you came back, Mr. Zhu... It's like this, your friend hurriedly told me she had something urgent and couldn't wait for you, and asked me to inform you."
"I see." Zhu Maolin nodded and suddenly said, "Did you say she was in a hurry?"
