C18 Lunch at the Same Table (1/2)

The lunch was very simple, Pang Xia did not know what Lee Jingxing liked to eat, but since he had already been told to eat whatever he wanted, of course Pang Xia would not do it casually. He still decided to spend some effort to make a lunch: a plate of spicy potato shredded egg, steamed pork ribs, red-cooked knife fish, stewed bamboo shoots with mushrooms, and a steamed egg from a snow clam.

Other than the fish and steamed eggs still in the pot, the other dishes were all brought out and placed on a plate. Pang Xia wiped his hands clean and walked over to the study room. The wooden desk, an exquisite bookcase and a set of ink and water calligraphy paintings in the middle of the bookcase. Pang Xia took a glance at the red mud painting on the side and saw that it was signed by a famous contemporary painter. There was a leather sofa and a mahogany coffee table close to the French window. Due to the summer season, the sofa was covered with a layer of hand-weaved rattan mat, and it was unknown what kind of treatment the rattan mat had gone through. It was soft and stuck to the sofa, completely different from the one they had made in their bed.

At this time, Lee Jingxing was sitting in front of a table with many documents on it. There was a silver white laptop on the table, and without Secretary Liao, no one knew where he had gone to. Lee Jingxing did not even raise his head, and only said: ”Come in.”

Pang Xia wanted to say that he was here to invite you to eat, not to go in and have a seat, but seeing that he seemed to be rather busy, Pang Xia did not make a sound, and just walked in and stood at the side to watch his work.

Being bored, Pang Xia couldn't help but to become curious. Lowering his head to look at Lee Jingxing's documents, he realized that they were all in English, and he couldn't help but stick out his tongue.

Furthermore, he dropped out of school early, and did not have the chance to come into contact with these afterwards, which was even more impossible. After thinking about it for a bit, he thought that if he could not understand the documents, then it was better to look at people, and looking at him so carefully, this person's skin was really not that bad, his skin was even more exquisite than a woman's, and his eyelashes were too long, and his head was lowered like two small brushes. This young uncle was really young, and Xu Yun was probably just in his early thirties. had seen many rich people before, although his family was not very rich, there were still quite a few families on the Pang Family side. First Uncle Pang Youhua started a factory when he was young, and although he had left later on, he still had some money, three sons and two daughters, other than the eldest son's family being poor, they were all quite rich; Second Uncle Pang Youming was a son and a daughter, the eldest son married a bank manager's daughter, the daughter married a decorator's daughter, they all bought houses in the city. Third Uncle's family was the worst, when he was young he did not study, he did not know a single word. Fourth aunt Pang Youhua had also married and raised two sons. The eldest son had settled down in the imperial city and made vegetables and fruit wholesale, and the youngest son had become a middle school teacher, but during the new year, besides his eldest son, who was busy with business, the old lady and the youngest son would return. Fifth aunt Pang Youfeng had managed to raise five sons and one daughter, and fourth and fifth brother had also bought a house in another city.

For some reason, Pang Xia felt that compared to the rich people he met, Lee Jingxing was definitely higher ranked than them. How could he say that, it looked a little unreal, but it felt too far away from them, making others not dare to even hope for it.

Strange, in the end, he and Lee Jingxing were just people who worked, and going down would only have a level relationship, what was there to worry about?! Pang Xia scratched his chin. Speaking of which, should I eat it or not? It had already been a few minutes and the food was getting cold if this went on.

”That what …” Mr Lee? ”

Lee Jingxing heard someone talking beside him, but the voice was not the familiar voice of Liao Fann. He raised his head to look, and only then did he remember that Liao Fann had gone out to help him with something.

Seeing Pang Xia standing at the side and scratching his ears, seemingly a little anxious, Lee Jingxing put down the document in his hand and chuckled.

”Sorry, but I haven't noticed you for a while. Have you finished eating?”

”Mm, if you don't go and eat it, it will get cold in a while. Everything else is still fine, except for the sabre-fish. If the smell is cold, you might not be able to get used to it.”

Lee Jingxing rubbed between his brows and stood up: ”Alright, I will go and have a taste of Mr Pang's cooking.”

”Sure, I'm sure you ate half a bowl of rice.”

This man was really not modest, but Lee Jingxing found him to be unexpectedly interesting, and the smile in his eyes became even wider. Because of the problem of being born, Lee Jingxing had long become accustomed to other people's flattery and excessive flattery. Other than his family and some friends, Lee Jingxing had never felt that it would be so comfortable with anyone else.

”Mr Lee, please take a seat in the living room. I will go to the kitchen to help you bring the dishes up.”

”Alright.”

Lee Jingxing did not stand on ceremony with Pang Xia, he sat at the table and watched as Pang Xia brought a delicious meal in front of him. He did not say anything, but he was satisfied to see Pang Xia like that.

Thinking of this, Lee Jingxing said, ”Xia, bring an extra set of tableware over.”

”Alright.”

The person in the kitchen acknowledged and came back with two pairs of chopsticks.

”Here, here are your chopsticks.”

Pang Xia placed one of them in front of Lee Jingxing. Watching him take the napkin and spread it out across his legs, his ten slender and slender fingers acting elegantly, he asked suspiciously, ”Mr Lee, when will Secretary Liao return? If he comes back too late, I'll make him another one to put in the heat, or else it won't taste good when it gets cold. ”

Lee Jingxing let Pang Xia take the two sets of tableware, so Pang Xia instinctively thought that the boss wanted to eat with his secretary. It was just that the secretary had asked him this question because he did not know when he would come back.

Hearing him say that, Lee Jingxing raised his head and looked at him, ”Liao Fann will not be back in the afternoon, he will be eating outside, you don't have to worry.”

Pang Xia was startled, he looked at the extra tableware in his hands: ”Then this …”

”That's for yourself. You haven't eaten since you were busy the whole morning. I guess you're hungry too. If you don't mind, sit down and eat together.”

Although it was a question, Lee Jingxing used a tone of certainty. Pang Xia reckoned that this person was probably used to it, and his voice was soft and gentle, making people feel uncomfortable. Instead, it felt natural. However, even though Lee Jingxing wanted to eat with him, it still gave Pang Xia a bit of a shock. He hesitated while holding onto his chopsticks: ”That … No need for Mr Lee, we have work food. I'll go to the canteen to eat later. ”

”When you go down, the food will be cold. Didn't you say that it would not taste good once it was cold?” Furthermore, I can't finish all of them by myself. It would be a pity if they were to waste them. Just sit down and accompany me, alright? ”

At first, Pang Xia was still not used to it, but Lee Jingxing seemed to be used to eating, he never said anything. What made Pang Xia a little surprised was that Lee Jingxing seemed to be quite satisfied with the spicy green beans, with most of the dish being eaten by him along with a lot of fish, he didn't really eat much, but he still chewed on his ribs and thought to himself proudly: Since likes vegetables so much, then he will have a hard time eating them. He said that this person and his family liked green beans a lot, and Pang Qing also likes vegetables too. This was especially true when it came to the spicy and sour potato shredded that he made. However, Qing Qing was not very good at spicy food and would often choke from the spicy food …

”Cough, cough!”