He lifted his chopsticks, feeling utterly satisfied at this moment: finally, at the very least, he was on equal footing with Sister Yan.
As Jun Ye predicted, Zhao Wensheng dashed to the canteen downstairs; upon arrival, there was no beef balls, no tomato sauce cooked carp, and the golden fried tofu was nowhere to be seen. The problem was, he was among the first ten in line, yet all he saw were a few sprouts of yellow bean, not even a hint of cabbage. When he angrily questioned the server, the reply was: "Doctor Zhao, cabbage is really pricey now and plus, aren't you going for a barbecue tonight?"
