Mei immediately jumped off the sofa, dashed to the door, and flung it open.
"Are you okay?"
Otis hadn't expected Mei to appear so quickly, rushing out like that. He was carrying several bags of food, one of which had oil dripping out, staining his white shirt.
Mei gasped.
"You—are you alright?"
Clearly drunk, Otis chuckled sheepishly.
"No, I'm fine. Quick, these are the leftovers I packed. I even asked the chef to reheat them for you. Have you had dinner yet? It's all on the table—go eat something!"
He stumbled inside, setting the food bags on the table.
There was stir-fried pork in soy sauce, tomato-braised fish, spicy boiled pork slices, and a box of rice.
Otis grabbed a couple of napkins and wiped at the grease on his shirt.
"Nobody touched these dishes—just left them there drinking. Gosh, they almost drank me to death. I'll... I'll go throw up in the bathroom. You, try some! I bet you've only had one meal today."
