Wang Heng was smug about his cleverness and thoroughly enjoyed his three slices of pork belly!
Although he still felt a bit unsatisfied, this was already his limit as he sat on the bench, slightly closing his eyes to savor the lingering taste of the meat.
"Tsk, Chen Mo really has good cooking skills, no wonder he was so popular in Yangzhou."
"If I had known he could cook this well, I should have told the leaders to let him take over the company cafeteria."
Wang Heng began to fantasize about how great it would be if Chen Mo took over the company cafeteria.
Who would still bother with takeout, or cook at home every day!
As he indulged in this fantasy, the round table in the yard gradually filled up, and the moms at the prep station chose a table closest to Chen Mo.
Zihan's Mother seized the opportunity to sit down first, exactly at the spot she had her eye on earlier—about three seats away from the serving stand.
