"Stop staring, Wendi, you guys go inside and bring out a few boxes of beer. The meat is ready! Serve it!"
With Lin Chuqiao's crisp call, a dozen plates of golden, crispy meat skewers were served onto the table.
Everyone took their seats, and the atmosphere in the yard instantly reached its peak, with cheers and laughter resounding.
Fang Cheng sat in the main seat, Lin Chuqiao naturally seated next to him.
She didn't pick up the chopsticks but first wiped her hands with a wet wipe.
Then she picked up a grilled chicken wing, carefully trimmed off the charred edges, and gently placed it on Fang Cheng's plate.
The action was skillful and natural, without excessive words, yet exuding the tacit understanding and thoughtfulness of a hostess.
Next to her, Xiao Shuai was quick-eyed and immediately got up to fill Fang Cheng's empty glass with wine.
"Chairman, this rice wine is just at the right temperature, please try it."
