Mr. Gong seemed about to burst into the kitchen with excitement, but in reality, he stood firmly outside the kitchen, not even letting a corner of his clothes cross the line.
When Qin Huai strolled to the doorway with his teacup, he noticed Mr. Gong wasn't alone; he had an assistant trailing behind him, dragging a large suitcase.
The assistant had dark circles under his eyes, clearly indicating a lack of sleep.
Seeing Qin Huai with a teacup in hand, Mr. Gong chuckled. He had only stayed a few extra days in Beiping, and it seems Qin Huai's status in the kitchen at Huang's had greatly improved.
He's even drinking tea now.
In another month, he'd probably have a small table set up with melon seeds and snacks.
At that moment, Mr. Gong felt deeply grateful for the tea he bought for Huang Shengli. Opportunities truly favor the prepared. Tonight, when his wife visits Qin Huai's house, she should take along a couple of cans of tea.
