"Director Li, stop fooling around. Let's eat quickly. Didn't you say that you still had to go to the office today?" Meng Yu said helplessly.
Li Zhe sighed heavily and said, "Sigh, we've known each other for more than ten years, but I can't get you to call me Ah Zhe. Sigh, I'm so sad."
Li Zhe sighed as he carefully placed the breakfast in front of Meng Yu.
Meng Yu felt a headache coming on. He could only lower his head and eat the breakfast on his plate silently. He didn't expect Li Zhe's cooking to be so good.
Li Zhe looked at Meng Yu's expression and immediately went up to him, asking with a smile, "How is it? Do you think it's okay? I learned it especially for you."
Meng Yu didn't expect that Li Zhe would actually be willing to cook for him. A dignified heir of the Li family would actually cook for someone with a dirty identity and body like him.
