Anyway, I've gotten used to being generous, and when he eats, he likes to order a lot of food. Because he likes variety, he doesn't eat just one dish, so he doesn't feel anything about it. But when Zhu Ya said this, he was taken aback: "This really isn't much. Besides, if you two can't finish it, there's me. If we really can't finish it, just toss it out—no need to hurt your stomach."
Hearing Xiao Zhen's words, Zhu Ya was speechless. Chairman Xiao indeed has deep pockets; he doesn't care about such a small amount, but wasting food is still not good.
Zhu Ya hadn't said anything yet, but Mengmeng blinked her eyes, like a little adult, glancing at Xiao Zhen, conflicted about not taking the things she likes.
Mengmeng loves the grilled chicken wings at this place, but now she hesitates to touch them because there's so much, and if she can't finish them, they'll go to waste. Plus, it seems like her uncle doesn't really care.
