下饭菜

Tao Mingzhuo was eating when the newly appointed VP of the company walked up and started talking to him.

Jing Ci, “Hello, Mr. Tao. Would it be okay if you joined me for lunch tomorrow?”

“Huh? Okay,” replied Tao Mingzhuo, caught off guard by the sudden proposal.

He was cordially thanked by Jing Ci, who then added, “Would it also be alright if I stare at your face as I eat?”

Tao Mingzhuo, “….?”

Tao Mingzhuo ate lavish meals for the entire week, all while facing Jing Ci’s ‘affectionate stare’. All it took was one week for him to see that something was wrong with their arrangement.

“Mr. Jing, I like someone else.” Tao Mingzhuo lied, hoping that faced with an impossibility, Jing Ci would step back.

Jing Ci, “Ahh, nice.”

Jing Ci, “Do you want Sichuan or Japanese cuisine for lunch tomorrow? Oh, if you like, we can also try Cantonese dishes. There is a restaurant nearby that I know serves good dim sum.”

The dismal possibility that Jing Ci really liked him made Tao Mingzhuo feel down in the dumps.

A month later, Jing Ci asked, “Would you like to come eat with me everyday at my house? I’ll pay you double your salary.”

Shocked, Tao Mingzhuo turned pale.