Le Tong’s heart sank. After being Ji Rui’s secretary for six months, she had acquired the special skill of judging President Ji’s mood from his tone of voice.
From that sentence just now, she could tell that President Ji was in a very foul mood.
Le Tong thought she must have done something to anger Ji Rui again. Her hard-won good mood from the morning vanished instantly, and she walked into the president’s office with a nervous heart.
"President, what can I do for you?"
Ji Rui was focused on his screen, typing away noisily. Hearing her question, he didn’t even look up, merely moved his lips and said, "Come here."
Le Tong hesitated, examining Ji Rui’s expression carefully, indeed seeing signs of gloom and storminess. Could it be that she messed up something with the documents earlier?
Le Tong carefully walked over to stand beside him, her gaze landing on Ji Rui’s computer screen.
Ji Rui’s fingers continued their dance on the keyboard. He slightly turned his head and nodded towards the phone placed aside with his chin.
Le Tong looked at the phone in confusion, then at Ji Rui. That phone was clearly President Ji’s, so why was he asking her to answer it?
Was it Zhuo Jiarui, that annoying playboy, who couldn’t find her and called Ji Rui’s phone?
No wonder President Ji’s face looked so bad! Le Tong secretly ground her teeth, silently cursing Zhuo Jiarui in her heart.
"Answer it!" Ji Rui raised his eyes and glared at her impatiently, his tone even worse than before.
Le Tong picked up the phone with a sigh, "Hello, how may I help you?"
"Hello, is this Miss Le?" What surprised Le Tong was that the voice on the other end wasn’t Zhuo Jiarui but a completely unfamiliar male voice.
Le Tong couldn’t help but frown, instinctively thinking it was a prank call. What kind of random person would call the president’s phone looking for her? Follow current novᴇls on novèlfire.net
"Oh, didn’t the young master mention it? I’m the housekeeper of the young master’s family, surname Li. You can call me Uncle Li." Although the man introduced himself, Le Tong’s confusion didn’t decrease at all.
"Oh...Hello Uncle Li! What can I do for you?"
Le Tong glanced at Ji Rui, who was engrossed in his work. She still didn’t understand why the Ji Family’s housekeeper, a complete stranger, had called her.
"Well...Sorry to bother you, Miss Le. It’s about Saturday— the young master took the little master on a picnic, and ever since coming back, the little master has been clamoring for roasted chicken wings and curry fish balls. Naturally, we have to make them for him, but none of our chefs could make roasted chicken wings and curry fish balls to the little master’s liking. I just asked the young master and realized that you were the one who helped prepare the food that day. So, could I trouble Miss Le to talk to our chefs about the recipe so they could quickly make it for the little master? He hasn’t had lunch yet."
After the person explained everything in detail, Le Tong breathed a sigh of relief. She then worried about the little master refusing to eat, just like Luo Yuanyuan said; whenever it came to children, Le Tong’s heart would melt.
To avoid disturbing Ji Rui, she took the phone to the lounge and softly explained the detailed instructions for the two dishes to the chef on the other end of the call.
After roughly ten minutes of explaining, the person confirmed they understood. The call was then transferred back to Housekeeper Li.
"Miss Le, if it weren’t for the little master’s tantrum and refusal to eat, I wouldn’t have bothered the young master or yourself. We truly appreciate your help today. Tomorrow, I’ll have someone prepare a gift to send over as thanks. Please don’t refuse."
Housekeeper Li was extremely polite, making Le Tong a bit uncomfortable, "Oh, Uncle Li, you’re too kind. It was just a small matter, no need for thanks. Please don’t send any gifts; I might land in trouble for it. If there’s anything you’re unclear about, feel free to call me directly, no need for formality."
Le Tong exchanged a few pleasantries with Housekeeper Li before he hung up, and she returned the phone to Ji Rui, "President, is there anything else you need?"
Ji Rui didn’t look up, just raised his hand and waved her off, signaling her to leave.
Ji Rui, this man, is someone you can’t reason with when he’s engrossed in work. Housekeeper Li calling him over such a trivial family matter; no wonder he’s in such a bad mood!