Dad

It took some time to cook the medicinal cuisine. Zhou Ze, who was waiting in the office, was the first one to receive it, not Ming Ming, but Ying Ying.

"Boss?"

Bai Yingying stood at the door of the office and called out.

Zhou Ze walked out.

"Boss, what are you doing here? Aren't you playing games?"

Bai Yingying glanced at the internet cafe. Many screens were playing chicken.

"The owner of the Internet cafe is a chef. He's cooking for me. I'm waiting to eat."

Of course, Zhou Ze would not say that he was waiting for the decoction and medicine,

otherwise, how would Bai Yingying answer when she asked what illness to take the medicine for?

"Ah, then Lady Xu will be heartbroken. You Won't eat his juice,

now You won't even eat his cooking."

Bai Yingying looked like she felt sorry for her colleague, but her eyes quickly turned to the bar counter.

"Go play. I'll call you when I'm about to leave."

"Okay."