Juan watched her, "Miss Duan..."
"If you don't like what she cooks, then it's her fault."
Duan Fei bit her teeth in frustration, "I have no appetite."
"You've been on a 13-hour flight, and apart from a bowl of porridge, you haven't eaten anything, how can you not have an appetite?" Rong Moyong said, "Don't worry, I'll dismiss her, and I'll hire a better cook for you tomorrow. If you still don't like it, then take your time to choose until you find one you like."
"Rong Moyong!" Duan Fei's eyes were bloodred.
Compared to her, the man was nonchalant, "So, are you going to eat now or not?"
Duan Fei practically gritted her teeth as she said, "I'll eat, I'll eat, okay?"
"That's more like it." Rong Moyong smiled faintly, "Juan, please bring another set of tableware and clean up the floor again."
"Alright." Juan quickly turned around to go to the kitchen and soon brought a new set of tableware.
Placing it in front of Duan Fei, she said softly, "Miss Duan, thank you."
