Jiang Yu heard the words " Mr. President " with a tinge of ridicule.
"You're only giving dumplings to the president?" he raised his eyebrows.
Jing Tong was furious,"what's wrong with dumplings?" I personally wrapped this and mixed the filling! If you don't want to eat, then forget it!"
After she finished speaking, she was about to take the dumplings away.
Jiang Yu laughed and quickly blocked her. "Who said I'm not eating? If you can't eat anything else, it's good to eat dumplings."
Jing Tong glared at him,"it's good enough to have dumplings to eat, don't be too greedy!" You'll be the president in the future, so you have to keep a humble and low profile, understand?"
She reprimanded him in all seriousness.
Jiang Yu nodded, then picked up his chopsticks. "Can I start now?"
Jing Tong looked at him with eyes that seemed like he could be taught, and generously waved his hand. "Eat!"
