She doesn't want to pretend anymore

The old man said he would go back to City C, after all, that was his home.

Manshu didn't stop them and helped pack their luggage.

After Manshu was ready, Yan Zhan also selected the people the company would bring this time.

The secretary bought plane tickets for everyone and we set off after lunch.

Manshu wanted to be with Yan Zhan, so he simply went to the cafeteria of Yan Zhan's company to eat.

When she went to the company, everyone there greeted her.

"Miss Yan."

"Hello, Miss Yan!"

"..."

Manshu smiled and returned the greeting to everyone who greeted him.

When Manshu arrived at the cafeteria, there were even more people there.

Yan Zhan directly asked Manshu to wait for him in the cafeteria.

There is no distinction of class here, everyone eats in the lobby.

There are private rooms, as well as special leisure areas and gyms.

However, private rooms are generally used for entertaining guests and are rarely used by senior executives.

Only Yan Zhan, sometimes impatient with the female employees staring at him, would go to the private room.

But Manshu likes the hustle and bustle.

Manshu went to get some food for himself and also got one for Yan Zhan.

She held a tray in one hand very steadily.

But the others didn't know, and someone immediately stood up and wanted to help.

Manshu quickly refused: "No need for help, I can do it myself."

Everyone wanted to help, but Manshu refused, which showed that he was not a squeamish person.

Someone called out, "Miss Yan, please sit over here. There's still room here!"

Seeing Yan Manshu ordered two meals, I knew that President Yan would definitely come later.

They were almost done eating, and just then Mr. Yan arrived and made room for him.

"Thank you." Manshu took a look at the seat. It was next to the window and not crowded, so she immediately agreed.

Because the food in the cafeteria is delicious, many people come to eat there every day.

It's peak time now, so it's good enough to have a seat. What else is there to be picky about?

As soon as Manshu sat down, the two female employees smiled at her kindly.

"Miss Yan, are you here to have dinner with Mr. Yan again?"

This is how Manshu tried to evade everyone yesterday.

"I just come here to have a free meal." Manshu also smiled.

She was concentrating on picking peppercorns from the vegetables.

There is a chef here who specializes in cooking dishes from City C, and Manshu likes him quite a bit.

She ordered a dish of double pepper rabbit, which had a lot of peppercorns in it.

"You like to eat this, this is very spicy, we can't eat it, but it tastes good, I have tried it."

A young female employee opposite was chatting with Manshu.

Manshu smiled and nodded: "I'm from City C, and I like spicy food."

The two female employees looked at each other. No wonder Mr. Yan wanted to hire a chef who could cook spicy dishes in the cafeteria.

They thought that Mr. Yan liked spicy food himself, or that he wanted to enrich the taste of the cafeteria.

Now it seems that it was probably prepared for his little fiancée!

That's so thoughtful.

The two female employees looked at Manshu with envy in their eyes.

Seeing this, Manshu didn't say much.

Yan Zhan came down quickly.

The two female employees saw it and immediately stood up: "We are done eating, you and Mr. Yan can enjoy your meal slowly."

Not only did they clear the plates, they also wiped the table clean.

Manshu pushed the plate over and asked Yan Zhan to sit opposite him.

Yan Zhan knew that Manshu was picky about food, so he helped pick out the food she didn't like.

While Yan Zhan was picking, Manshu just focused on eating.

There were many people in the cafeteria staring at them, but Manshu didn't take it seriously.

In the past two years, she has long been accustomed to other people's gazes.

After lunch, the two were not idle either, as they had to rush to the airport.