"What local specialty?" Duan Xingzhi asked again.
Bai Zhi finally reacted, "Oh, the walnuts from my hometown are quite tasty, so I brought some along this time for everyone."
She wore a mask, her voice slightly muffled.
Duan Xingzhi's gaze fell on her face, "Take off the mask."
Bai Zhi obediently removed the mask, Duan Xingzhi examined her briefly, then nodded, "Still alright."
What does 'still alright' mean? She clearly didn't feel alright.
She still made coffee and brought it to him, but Duan Xingzhi asked, "Is there no share of your local specialty for me?"
"..." Bai Zhi looked at him, blinking her eyes, momentarily at a loss for words. Perhaps she never thought that such a dignified President would ask such a question?
"Well... it's not anything special. I thought you wouldn't lack anything, so..."
