บท 472: The One Who Left You The Secret Recipe

"Something to tell me?"

Lucas repeated Mrs. Feng's words, followed by a hint of question.

Nodding, Mrs. Feng smiled faintly under Lucas' confused gaze. She put down her fork and knife. 

"We should continue it over dessert. It'll be a long and heavy talk, Mr. Liu."

"...I understand, Mrs. Feng."

Still in a daze, Lucas inwardly told himself to snap out of it. He didn't know why Mrs. Feng's usually calm countenance showed a hint of sorrow when she talked to him earlier. 

What was the matter?

Lucas recalled Mr. Feng's question before his wife chimed in. The middle-aged man asked whether he would go to a more prestigious place than the cafe he was currently working for.

Surely, they wouldn't try to headhunt him, en?

Nah, it wouldn't be.