"Here, President Ye, try these fried shrimp—they're the signature dish of this restaurant." Supervisor Zhang diligently moved a plate of shrimp in front of Ye Shaotang, but it was blocked by his outstretched hand.
"I'll do it myself."
Zhang's smile twitched at the corners, frozen for a second, then he plastered a full smile back on his face, "Yes, yes, of course, please go ahead."
As Xia Lu reached for a shrimp, Supervisor Zhang's behavior made even her, a mere employee, feel somewhat awkward. It seemed she still hadn't seen enough of these social occasions.
"Be careful." Watching the juice almost drip onto her clothes, Ye Shaotang very naturally took a napkin from nearby and spread it over Xia Lu's lap.
"Thank you..." Xia Lu whispered her thanks, suddenly feeling the burning gazes of those around them. Such an action must seem very out of place to her colleagues.
Not to mention her colleagues, even she herself found it improper.