"Sure."
Qin Yingxue sensibly said, "Then you guys go ahead, I have other things to take care of. Goodbye, President Tang, Qingning."
"Goodbye."
They watched Qin Yingxue's figure leaving.
Liu Qingning blinked her bright eyes and gently nudged Tang Song's shoulder, "Let's go, today I'm treating you to something delicious."
"Haha, let's go."
The two went downstairs in perfect harmony.
Tang Song followed Liu Qingning through the alley behind the office building, entering a modest yet lively little restaurant.
The storefront wasn't large, and the name was "Rongji Food Workshop."
The menu was written on the blackboard at the door, featuring authentic Cantonese home-cooked dishes, with the air filled with the aroma of scallions, ginger, garlic, and stir-frying in a hot wok.
According to Liu Qingning, the owner is a retired chef who is particular about ingredients and skilled in cooking. Since the restaurant had just opened and hadn't done much advertising, it wasn't crowded yet.
