That Zhang Liling could make good edible Pastas, didn't stop Mr. Fang from changing his mind about employing a chef.
He was not going to eat pastas all because that's the only thing his housekeeper could make.
The next morning, Zhang Liling got up very early in the morning, which was a Saturday, to clean up the house before making a cup of hot coffee for Mr. Fang who just finished working out and freshening up.
Zhang Liling finished making the cup of coffee and went to Mr. Fang's study to serve it. She knocked twice on the door before helping herself in.
There was a bright smile on her face as she greeted Mr. Fang and walked towards the table, but Mr. Fang didn't even spare her a glance, and he didn't respond to her greeting either.
Zhang Liling didn't take any of these to heart, and it didn't stop her from smiling either.
"I brought you a hot cup of coffee Mr. Fang," She said as she carefully placed the mug of hot coffee down on his desk.
