That day, Fu Xiaotang made some progress with the new soup base, and in a good mood, she was ready to report to Fang Junjie. However, upon entering the room, she found Zhang Yindi chatting with Fang Junjie. “Ah, Teacher!” Fu Xiaotang rushed over like a swallow returning to its nest, hugging Zhang Yindi and jumping with joy, “When did you come back?” “This girl, you seem to be getting younger every day,” Zhang Yindi lovingly embraced her, then suddenly exclaimed, “Oh, what’s this smell all over you?” She sniffed Fu Xiaotang’s shoulder, pretending to be disgusted, “Where have you been? You smell like smoke and soot.” “Maybe I just spent too much time in the kitchen with Yao Weibo,” Fu Xiaotang laughed sheepishly, sniffed her own arm, then excitedly told Fang Junjie, “Azun, we’ve created a new soup base today, and everyone who tried it loved it. You won’t guess how we made it!”
Fang Junjie gave Zhang Yindi a wry smile, “Xiaotang has been so busy in the kitchen these past few days trying out new dishes, I’ve tried over ten different kinds of hot pot flavors, now just hearing the word ‘soup base’ makes my stomach turn!” Fu Xiaotang made a face and pouted, “Over ten kinds? I’ve tried over a hundred!” Zhang Yindi gave Fang Junjie a look, “What are you complaining about? Look at our Xiaotang, she’s been so busy she didn’t even change out of her work clothes to report to you, and you’re still unsatisfied?” Fang Junjie defended himself, “Hey, sister, you’re as biased as my brother, it’s not fair. Am I really complaining?” He naturally took Fu Xiaotang’s hand, “I’m just worried about her!” Zhang Yindi smiled at the slightly blushing Fu Xiaotang, “Alright, alright, see, Xiaotang is embarrassed. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Go take a shower and change, you two follow me.” Fu Xiaotang was surprised, “Where to?” Zhang Yindi handed her a designer bag, “To dinner, actually, my brother invited you. Look, I’ve even prepared clothes for you, go change quickly.”
