Seeing Zheng Man'er's cute appearance, Secretary Tang suddenly thought of something, and said, "By the way, Zheng Fangtou, dinner time is coming soon."

"I wonder if you need a meal?"

"If necessary, I'll ask Mr. for instructions to add a pair of chopsticks to you later."

Zheng Man'er was slightly taken aback, but she quickly smiled and said, "Miss Tang has a heart, but I have already eaten before I came here, so I don't dare to bother."

In fact, today's Zheng Man'er has no intention of eating at all, and the whole person is a bit hungry.

She couldn't eat anything unless she could solve the thing that was giving her a headache.

Of course, even if she could eat, she was actually not qualified to eat with Zhen Ziqiang.

If you don't even understand this point, Zheng Man'er has been the head of the house for so long.

Hearing Zheng Man'er's words, Secretary Tang smiled faintly. She seemed to know that Zheng Man'er hadn't eaten at all today, but she didn't point it out. A refreshment and a cup of hot tea came and left.

In the empty living room, there was a faint fragrance of tea. After hesitating for a moment, Zheng Man'er picked up a piece of soybean cake and tasted it. It was delicious...

About half an hour later, Zheng Man'er, who was already sitting a little uncomfortable, saw a figure shaking at the entrance.

She put down her mobile phone, which was dealing with business, and then stood up.

"Zheng Fangtou, sir, please go and see me."

Secretary Tang smiled and motioned Zheng Man'er to follow her.

The quadrangle, which looks like a winding path, actually occupies a very large area. If there is no one to guide the way, it is estimated that you will not be able to find your destination.

Soon, Secretary Tang took Zheng Man'er to the Storm Pavilion in the back garden. This place was as warm as spring and made people feel refreshed.

In the middle of the Fengbo Pavilion, there is a small stone table, on which there are several delicate side dishes, but if you look closely, they are basically things from the countryside like peanuts and radishes, and there is only one other dish. Bowl of multigrain rice.

Just about to pick up his job, the man who looked about fifty years old raised his head at this moment, looked at Zheng Man'er with a smile, and said, "Man'er, why are you here?"

"Aren't you presiding over the Ninth Branch's major event in Yanjing?"

"Is there any problem encountered?"

The man who spoke was amiable. Judging from his appearance, he looked like an old man sweeping the floor on the street, and his temperament was nothing special.

However, he is Zhen Ziqiang, the master of the Zhen family who controls the Zhen family in the demon city.

He took the initiative to stand up, pulled a chair enthusiastically, and greeted Zheng Man'er: "Come, come, sit down quickly."

"It's rare that guests arrive while I'm eating."

"Quick, add another pair of chopsticks."

"Man'er, don't be polite to me!"

Zheng Man'er hesitated for a while, then sat down in front of the stone table, and said softly, "Thank you Patriarch."

"But you don't need to add chopsticks, I've already used tea outside just now."

Zhen Ziqiang was taken aback for a moment, then smiled lightly and said, "That's right, you young people don't like these things like peanuts and radishes."

"Well, let's make a long story short, you specially used the once-a-year privilege, did you encounter any major problems?" JrNovels.com