Chapter 307 What is Called a Useful Thing

In the hotel restaurant, Lin Luqiu used her fork to spear a piece of broccoli and took a bite.

This taste... she really couldn't get used to it no matter what.

Just as she put her fork down, suddenly, a plate of prepared spaghetti appeared by her side.

"This—President Lin might like this."

"..." She picked up the silver fork again, twirled a few strands of spaghetti, and glanced at the man sitting across from her.

What on earth did this guy mean by this? One moment cold and indifferent, the next acting as if he'd taken the wrong medication and playing nice—it was simply impossible to figure him out.

"Also, try this seafood chowder." Fu Jingchen placed the bowl of soup he had poured for himself but hadn't touched in front of her. To outsiders, it looked as if he was instinctively tending to her dining needs.

"... No need, I can serve myself just fine." This time, she didn't accept.

Fu Jingchen didn't press her. After being rejected, he showed no particular reaction either.