"Zhaozhao, your takeout."
As soon as Sheng Chuyi stepped out of the office, he heard the receptionist’s voice.
He looked up and saw Shen Zhaozhao quickly rise from her desk and take a takeout order from the receptionist’s hands.
Glancing at the time, it was already past twelve.
Sheng Chuyi’s brows furrowed involuntarily, and he immediately said, "Shen Zhaozhao, come in for a moment."
"Oh!" Shen Zhaozhao looked over in surprise and saw Sheng Chuyi standing at the office door.
Shen Zhaozhao didn’t go back to her seat but walked towards him with the takeout in hand, with an expression that said ’speak quickly’ she asked, "What do you need me for?" She still had to eat her lunch!
"You go in and wait for me first," Sheng Chuyi said.
Shen Zhaozhao blinked at him and said, "We are in a boss and employee relationship now, isn’t it a bit inappropriate for a boss to let a female employee into his office just like that?"
Sheng Chuyi: "Feeling happy after being cheeky?"
Shen Zhaozhao stuck out her tongue and then opened the door to his office behind him and walked in.
Sheng Chuyi then went to the pantry.
Shen Zhaozhao didn’t know what he suddenly wanted to talk to her about, but, hey, the most important thing was eating, so she went straight to the sofa in the office, opened the takeout box, and prepared to eat first.
Soon, she saw Sheng Chuyi come in with a glass of water in his hand, which he placed in front of her.
Seeing her gobbling down her food, he couldn’t help but remind her, "Eat slower."
Shen Zhaozhao struggled to swallow the food in her mouth and said, "Wasn’t I worried that you had something important to tell me?"
"No rush, I’ll wait until you’re done eating."
Shen Zhaozhao quickly finished the takeout and took a sip of water before looking at him: "What exactly did you want to see me for?"
"Don’t eat takeout anymore," Sheng Chuyi said.
"Huh?" Was this the reason he called her in?
Sheng Chuyi said, "Takeout isn’t healthy. From now on, I’ll have the cook prepare meals to bring over."
He couldn’t mean that one of the Sheng Family’s cooks would come to deliver meals, could he?
The Sheng Family’s house wasn’t close to the company; the round trip would take over two hours, which was too much trouble.
Or did he plan to hire a cook specifically to make meals?
Sheng Chuyi explained, "I’ve seen online that there are cooks who can prepare meals at their own homes and then deliver them." Although it would cost more than takeout, home-cooked meals were healthier than eating out.
Shen Zhaozhao still thought it was too much trouble.
"It’s okay; it’s just one lunch. I can make do," and besides, it wasn’t just her; she saw other people eating takeout as well.
However, some colleagues did bring their own lunch boxes.
Shen Zhaozhao couldn’t cook, and she found bringing a lunch box every day to be too much of a hassle.
She used to just grab something quick to eat after classes, so it wasn’t much different from ordering takeout.
"What do you earn money for?" Sheng Chuyi asked.
Shen Zhaozhao: "Of course, to eat and drink well!"
Right, since it’s about eating and drinking well, then hiring someone to cook doesn’t seem too bad.
"Alright, then I’ll listen to you. We’ll split the cost of meals, and you’re not allowed to refuse because I earn money now, too." Although Sheng Chuyi kept the cards for her, they weren’t married yet, and she couldn’t let him pay for everything by himself.
"Okay, we’ll split it," Sheng Chuyi didn’t argue with her. In his view, what’s his is hers, so it didn’t matter who paid.
As long as she was happy, he would let her decide.