Le Tong, at some point, tied her ponytail into a bun, and wearing an apron and slightly oversized slippers, she shuffled out with a plate and placed it on the coffee table.
"President, eat this. It’s not good to drink coffee on an empty stomach."
The plate neatly held about ten steaming potstickers that smelled delicious, with a pair of chopsticks next to them.
Without waiting for Ji Rui to respond, Le Tong turned and went back to the kitchen to continue bustling around.
Ji Rui stared at the dumplings in silence for a moment. In his memory, he had lived here for several years, but it seemed he had never had breakfast in this apartment.
With a subtle feeling, Ji Rui eagerly picked up the chopsticks and took one of the dumplings, having a bite.
Hmm, not bad! The skin was thin, the filling fresh, and there was a burst of fresh juice inside.
Ji Rui savored one dumpling, licking his lips, but it felt like something was missing. He got up and walked into the kitchen.
Le Tong was threading chicken wings with a metal skewer when she heard footsteps. She turned her head to check his expression.
"Is it not good? Or you don’t like them fried? How about I boil some dumplings for you? Or steam some buns?"
Le Tong was someone with a strong sense of responsibility. Whatever she did, unless she chose not to do it, she had to do it to the best of her ability.
Although she reluctantly came to help President Ji with a sense of being reluctantly compelled by authority, she would do her best since she came.
Moreover, she was a foodie herself, enjoying experimenting with new dishes during her break. Now, in Ji Rui’s spacious and bright kitchen, she gradually felt her mood brighten too.
Ji Rui glanced at her lively expression and shook his head, "No, I’m just getting some vinegar."
Le Tong tilted her head, thinking for a moment, "Vinegar? Where is it? I don’t think I’ve seen any!"
Her gaze swept over the pile of condiments on the countertop.
Ji Rui pointed to the storage cabinet above the countertop. He was sure there was vinegar in the house because he always liked to dip his dumplings in vinegar. Although he hadn’t frequented this kitchen much, if it wasn’t among the condiments below, it must be in the cabinet.
Hearing this, Le Tong raised her hand to open the cabinet. Then, Ji Rui noticed her frown slightly, probably because her back hadn’t healed properly, and the movement aggravated the wound?
Thinking of this, Ji Rui naturally stepped forward, standing behind Le Tong, "Let me do it!"
As he said this, his long arm reached over Le Tong’s head to grab the door handle, pulled it open, and sure enough, there was a bottle of the brand of vinegar Ji Rui usually used.
Just as Ji Rui was about to reach for the vinegar, Le Tong, standing in front of him, suddenly ducked down and slipped out from in front of him.
Originally, Le Tong’s action was perfectly normal. Although they were familiar, they were still in an employer-employee relationship. Personally, they had no interactions.
When Ji Rui leaned in just now, Le Tong could even feel his firm chest accidentally brushing her back a few times. Remembering President Ji’s previous misunderstandings about her, the way they stood back-to-chest seemed too intimate and close.
To avoid suspicion, Le Tong’s first reaction was to crouch down and slip to the side.
Ji Rui paused for a moment, feeling vaguely displeased, and this slight annoyance was like water bubbles starting to boil, gurgling more and more densely as they rose! Fresh chapters posted on NoveI(F)ire.net
What gave this Le Tong the reason to treat him, Ji Rui, like a plague, avoiding him so quickly?
He didn’t even consider that his twisted mentality regarded any woman within three feet of him as having ulterior motives. And Le Tong, being his secretary, had personally rejected many such women for him, was certainly well aware of this and it was only natural for her to stay far away from him.
Moreover, while Le Tong had no interest in the title of "Ji Rui’s woman," she very much cared about her job as Ji Rui’s secretary!
With several incidents happening consecutively, if Le Tong didn’t quickly avoid and clarify herself in this situation, it would be like stretching her face out in front of President Ji again, wouldn’t it?!