"Hello, do you still have any of that chicken you're eating? Could you sell us some? Or perhaps we could trade some of our braised dishes with you?"
A faint voice sounded in their ears, making the three, who were in the midst of enjoying their meal, look up inevitably.
A young lady in her twenties appeared, looking slightly embarrassed but remained polite as she pointed at the large plate of chicken on the table.
Liu Ying felt mortified, as if her toes were digging a luxurious mansion inside her shoes.
Why did she throw paper? She should have thrown rock. Now the entire company sent her as a representative to negotiate food exchange, and it was truly awkward!
Wang Fan shook his head, "Sorry, there's only enough chicken for us, so I'm afraid we can't share it."
Liu Ying wasn't upset at all by the refusal; instead, she was filled with delight and quickly said, "It's fine, it's fine. I won't bother you any longer. Bye-bye."
After a slight bow, she quickly ran off.
