Zhan Liling walked in carrying a bottle of slightly chilled water and water glass in her hands.
Smiling at him, she replied, "Mr. Fang, that's your dinner."
Fang Bingwen looked up to see her smiling face, but he didn't look in the least satisfied with her response.
In fact, he was staring at her like she was an idiot. Did he tell her that he didn't know it was his dinner?
When Zhang Liling saw that he was still staring at her with a questioning glare, she hurriedly put down the thing in her hand to explain.
"I prepared pasta for you as a thank you gift. The Chef also prepared another dish for your dinner."
'You cooked for me and he also cooked for me, is this some kind of a competition?" He asked with a raised brow.
Her thin lips pursed in a reminder of the scene that happened in the kitchen earlier.
