Le Tong, at some point, tied her ponytail into a bun, and wearing an apron and slightly oversized slippers, she shuffled out with a plate and placed it on the coffee table.
"President, eat this. It's not good to drink coffee on an empty stomach."
The plate neatly held about ten steaming potstickers that smelled delicious, with a pair of chopsticks next to them.
Without waiting for Ji Rui to respond, Le Tong turned and went back to the kitchen to continue bustling around.
Ji Rui stared at the dumplings in silence for a moment. In his memory, he had lived here for several years, but it seemed he had never had breakfast in this apartment.
With a subtle feeling, Ji Rui eagerly picked up the chopsticks and took one of the dumplings, having a bite.
Hmm, not bad! The skin was thin, the filling fresh, and there was a burst of fresh juice inside.
Ji Rui savored one dumpling, licking his lips, but it felt like something was missing. He got up and walked into the kitchen.
