Lin Zhenzhen was dragged by Zhang Minglang to the cafeteria for her second meal.
Ignoring the questioning look from the cafeteria chef, she ordered another individual hot pot, this time with a light mushroom broth.
Zhang Minglang, carrying a plate full of food, noticed the sparse green leafy vegetables in front of Lin Zhenzhen and asked, "Do all girls have such small appetites?"
"It's alright," Lin Zhenzhen blinked. "I think it's plenty."
"Mr. Huo eats very little."
She turned her head to look at Huo Yeshuo in the distance. He was sitting in the corner with a sandwich and a cup of dark liquid in front of him, a layer of transparent condensation floating on the surface of the plastic cup.
A sandwich with an iced Americano—that's definitely an ABC (American-born Chinese) eating habit.
“Oh, Mr. Huo has always been like this.” Zhang Minglang shoveled a few mouthfuls of rice. “Actually, it’s not just about eating; he’s very restrained in everything he does. When will I be able to be as self-disciplined as him?”
Lin Zhenzhen looked away: "But wouldn't drinking iced coffee at noon make my stomach uncomfortable?"
Zhang Minglang looked up: "That's not coffee, it's iced cola. President Huo likes carbonated drinks."
Lin Zhenzhen raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Huh?"
"However, the doctor advised him that his weekly intake should not exceed 600 ml, so for the sake of his health, he only drinks Coke on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays."
Lin Zhenzhen stirred the seasoning in the bowl, "That's really something, it's hard to tell." It's quite down-to-earth.
“There are other things you can’t see,” Zhang Minglang said in a low voice. “President Huo especially loves sweets.”
"Mr. Huo especially loves things like cream cakes, cookies, and those cloyingly sweet macarons."
"Huh?" Lin Zhenzhen lowered her eyes. "...Boys who love sweets are quite rare."
"Right!" Perhaps these gossips had been suppressed in his heart for a long time, and today he finally found a window to confide in. Zhang Minglang rubbed his hands together excitedly.
"Mr. Huo is actually completely different from what people say about him, you'd never guess..."
"Zhang Minglang".
Huo Yeshuo's voice was clear and crisp, like the strings of some musical instrument being plucked, causing even the air to vibrate slightly.
"Here!" Zhang Minglang sprang to his feet like a rocket launch, his back ramrod straight as if standing at attention.
Huo Yeshuo lifted his eyelids, his cold gaze fixed on Lin Zhenzhen, a faint silver light floating in the center of his dark green pupils.
He didn't even need to say anything; just by quietly watching her, Lin Zhenzhen felt a subtle sense of pressure.
She took a step back, lowered her eyes, and stared silently at the bubbling hot pot.
"President Huo?" Zhang Minglang's voice trembled slightly, as if he were also a little uneasy.
Huo Yeshuo said calmly, "You can leave now."
"?!ヾ(??Д??)?"
"!?(⊙o⊙)"
The two people in front of him raised their heads simultaneously and stared at him with wide eyes.
Huo Yeshuo frowned, seemingly displeased: "Didn't you say you wanted to take half a day off?"
Zhang Minglang realized what was happening, stumbled back two steps, reached out to steady himself on the table behind him, and let out a long sigh of relief.
His lips trembled like waves: "Thank you, Mr. Huo. If the company is busy, I can stay..."
"what ever."
Huo Yeshuo's voice was flat, but Lin Zhenzhen still keenly sensed the change in his emotions; he seemed very unhappy.
Could it be that he overheard their whispered conversation?
"Well, I guess I'll go then..." Zhang Minglang was like a weather vane, always changing his mind whichever way his boss's mood shifted.
Huo Yeshuo turned his head away and said coldly, "Whatever."
He was clearly talking to Zhang Minglang, but his gaze swept across her face.
The moment their eyes met, Lin Zhenzhen paused, then pursed her lips and smiled faintly.
Little did she know that her seemingly polite and reserved ladylike smile took on a completely different meaning in Huo Yishuo's eyes.
Lin Zhenzhen and Zhang Minglang watched as Huo Yeshuo angrily left alone.
Zhang Minglang whimpered twice, "I feel like President Huo is angry."
"Be more confident, and drop the word 'feeling'." Lin Zhenzhen sighed softly; what an unpredictable man.
I ate hot pot twice at noon, and it was almost time to go to work in the afternoon.
[Hey pig, how much affection does Huo Yeshuo have for me right now?]
Let me see, hmm, 20, not bad, quite high.
"High?!" Lin Zhenzhen exclaimed in shock. "Why are you talking nonsense now? Is the battery really dead?"
【Oh no!】The system twisted its body. 【I said it was high because it's compared to others! After all, Huo Yeshuo's favorability towards other characters in this world is basically between 0 and 10.】
[A 20-point favorability rating already surpasses 90% of the people, which is pretty good.]
Lin Zhenzhen was speechless: 【...You're just spouting nonsense to me.】
The main quest requires a 100% affinity level; you can't fall short even by a fraction. What's the point of comparing it to other NPCs?
Lin Zhenzhen was secretly pondering how to speed up the process when someone walked towards her, casting a shadow in front of her computer.
"Xiao Zhen, did you get what you left behind?" It was Xiao Ling.
Lin Zhenzhen looked up: "I got it, thank you for your concern."
"Um," Xiaoling paused, looking somewhat troubled, "Director Luo wants you to go to her office."
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