Seeing that Secretary Huang kept checking his watch, Yang Yajing asked, "Secretary Huang, is something the matter?"

"My mom wants me to go on a blind date, I'll be late if I don't leave now!" Secretary Huang said with a mournful face.

"Why don't you drive the car away? I'll take it back, Boss Xia," Yang Yajing suggested.

"Isn't this inappropriate?" Secretary Huang asked, troubled.

"Secretary Huang, you're working for Boss Xia, not selling yourself! Did you get your overtime pay today? Go and settle your life's important matters!" Yang Yajing patted Secretary Huang on the shoulder and dismissed him.

Just as Secretary Huang was about to leave, Xia Changlong stopped him and asked him where he was going.

Secretary Huang was startled and immediately said he needed to use the restroom.

"What are you doing in the bathroom?" Yang Yajing waved her hand at him directly. "She's taking care of a major life event! You don't even give her overtime pay, and you're taking up her blind date time. Is that appropriate?"

"Blind date or going to the bathroom?" Xia Changlong glared at Secretary Huang.

"A blind date...a blind date..." Secretary Huang lowered his head.

"Let's go! You guys are all acting like you've never had instant noodles before!" Xia Changlong was really just putting his newfound knowledge to use!

Once approved, Secretary Huang vanished in a flash.

Inside the private room, it was as if this had never happened; they started discussing instant noodles again.

Yang Yajing nestled happily in Zhou Pengfei's arms, listening contentedly to the large group of older and younger children chatting about nonsensical topics.

She had originally planned to gradually introduce these people to Xia Changlong. This saves her the trouble!

Quan Wukang, this social media addict, actually created a QQ account for Xia Changlong and added him to the group.

Xia Changlong looked at the group's name and immediately said with disdain, "Change the name! 'Porridge with Rice' sounds awful!"

"What name would you like to change to, sir?"

“Even rice porridge has to be classy! Let’s call it ‘Rice Porridge Elite’! If you dare not be elites, you’ll have no food to eat in the future!” Xia Changlong said seriously.

"Hahahaha!" Yang Yajing burst into laughter. "Isn't it all the same—rice porridge?"

"Hmph! Even rice porridge has different levels! Can five-star rice porridge be compared to leftover rice from home?" Xia Changlong retorted.

So, the group was renamed: Five-Star Rice Porridge.