"Kade Yuvan asked me to bring you some food, let me give it to you." Jasmine Yale stood up.
Sylvan Cheney grabbed her wrist, looking at her, "Don't move, I'll get it."
He pressed Jasmine Yale into his seat.
The thermos box had been replaced with a sky-blue one, and upon opening it, Sylvan Cheney found there were osmanthus wine glutinous rice balls again. She was certainly persistent.
He took out a small bowl and filled it to the brim.
The entire office was filled with the fragrance of osmanthus and rice wine.
He took a bite, "The taste is okay, but the wine aroma is lacking. Fruit wine is the most aromatic for making rice wine."
Jasmine Yale looked at him, brushed aside the stray hair by her ear, and said calmly, "If you're capable, make it yourself."
"..."
"Boss, does working overtime lead to getting rich? Or getting out of being single?" Jasmine Yale suddenly asked.
"..." Sylvan Cheney glanced at her leisurely, "No."
