Topics between Shen Jianian and Zhu Yilan stopped here, and did not continue.
Zhu Yilan set down her teacup, picked up her coat and handbag and stood up, taking the folder Fu Jichen held in his hand, put it in her bag, and prepared to take her leave.
Shen Jianian said, "Have a bowl of tangyuan before you go, it was freshly made this afternoon."
Just as Zhu Yilan was about to politely refuse, Fu Jichen rarely spoke to her in a gentle tone, "Later let Qu Mo take you back."
Zhu Yilan was slightly taken aback, since her boss had spoken, she could hardly refuse, so she placed her bag and coat back on the sofa and nodded with a smile, "Then I'll trouble you."
Cheng Jin brought out three steaming bowls of tangyuan, the heat wafting off them, and in the bowls, the tangyuan varied in size and shape, some were perfectly round and smooth.
The good-looking ones were made by Cheng Jin, whereas the less appealing ones, needless to say, were the creations of the novice Shen Jianian.
