At this time, Su Qingluan didn't know about the little episode when she left, so she avoided the embarrassment of staying in the Toe Villa for the second time.

Song Bo, one of the "awkward ones", saw that there was no one around after leaving Lefeng Town. His feet, which were originally walking quickly, became even faster. Finally, his shadow could not be seen anymore, and he turned into a black shadow and flashed towards Huaxi Village.

As soon as Song Bofu entered the room, Mr. Mu—the thin, pale young man in the wheelchair—put down the scroll in his hand, raised his eyes and smiled faintly: "Why bother flying back?"

Song Bo paused, muttering to himself, I had clearly adjusted my breathing, how come I was exposed again this time?

He quickly clasped his fists and said, "I can't hide anything from the boss, I just need to relax a little. It's been too quiet over there lately, and my old bones are almost rusting."

Mr. Mu remained noncommittal and turned his gaze towards the oil-paper bag in Song Bo's hand: "Is this it?"

Song Bo nodded, washed his hands, took one of the rolls for himself, and handed the other one along with the oil paper bag to Mr. Mu.

Mr. Mu took the burrito, took a bite and chewed it.

In fact, eating food with bare hands is a bit rude, but Mr. Mu's movements are so calm and unhurried, and this rough dining posture looks quite free and easy when he does it.

As they ate, Song Bo said, "I never thought that the eldest daughter of the Su family, who was raised in the An Ning Marquis's Mansion for the past ten years, would be able to help her parents run the stall so quickly - look, it is said that she cut all these shredded vegetables."

"Oh?" Mr. Mu lowered his eyes to look at the evenly shredded vegetables in the wrap, which were as thick as a ruler. He asked casually, "How long does it take for a chef to master knife skills?"