Tang Huai laughed, "Zhan Tingzhi can hold his own now, so what do they need you for?"
"No matter how skilled a person is, they can't work non-stop like a machine. Tingzhi is capable, but his regular job is enough to keep him busy."
"You know his regular job keeps him busy, and you're still skipping work?"
"Occasionally."
"..." Occasionally? If this is occasionally, what does frequently look like?
Jing Xuan told Tang Huai to rest well; he'd go back to the club first, then buy a tent and come back to join her on the trip to Shuanglong Village.
Tang Huai continued to sleep until about eight-thirty, when she woke up.
Once she was awake, she couldn't fall back asleep no matter what.
She changed her clothes, washed up, and went downstairs.
The restaurant.
Yang Jinghai and Li Feixi's foster father Li Chaoqing were sitting outside at the dining table, enjoying morning tea.
After several months of operation, the restaurant had expanded in size.
