Time rewinds.
Lin Jiahui returned to the bank carrying a takeout box.
As soon as she entered the automatic door, she saw Ling and the others organizing documents.
She took out the portions of Yellow Croaker Noodles and Dongpo Pork meant for them, placed them beside their desks, and said, "Ling, Xinyan, Lu Lu, I brought your meals back for you."
"Oh, okay, thank you, Jiahui."
Busy with organizing, they responded without even looking up.
During document organization, it was always like this. Lin Jiahui knew not to disturb them, so she didn't say more and headed straight to the lounge.
She washed her hands.
Sitting down, she opened her portion of Yellow Croaker Noodles and Dongpo Pork, pouring the croaker soup into the noodles.
Just smelling it, she couldn't help but show a look of rapturous enjoyment.
Just looking at the agate-like Dongpo Pork and the beautiful golden hue of the croaker meat made her even hungrier.
She tasted a spoonful of the creamy white soup.
