"This Dong Po Pork is the best," Lyca said, ignoring his lengthy explanation. This, however, made him think that she is angry. Chu Munan smiled.
"Xu Rong'er is— "
"Mr. Chu— "
"Please call me Munan. Mr. Chu is just too formal."
"Mr. Chu," Lyca said without looking at him. "You are thinking too much. Your affairs don't concern me." What concerns her is the food. "Who made these dishes?" Can she recruit the chef?
"It is made by our family Chef. He is working with us for nearly forty years now." He could only fake a smile before he started eating. For a few seconds, Chu Munan didn't know what else to say. Clearly, Lyca wasn't listening to his words. Calling him Mr. Chu right after he told her to call him Munan was a silent declaration that she doesn't want to get close with him.
In the end, Chu Munan chose not to say anything else and just answered Lyca's questions about the food.
"Brother Munan!"