After dinner.
The living room.
Ge Feng and his people went up to the second floor.
Tang Qing accompanied them here.
At this moment.
The members of the delegation felt a bit embarrassed; they had completely let themselves go at the dinner table, devouring the food voraciously as if they hadn't tasted such delicacies in a long time. But that taste, it was truly unforgettable.
"Little Tang, your chef is incredible," the leader praised.
"You flatter me."
Tang Qing smiled.
"And this tea," the ICBC president sighed, knowing that Tang Qing's tea had already made rounds among the upper class. But before getting to know Tang Qing, he had only sponged off the old leaders a couple of times, the aftertaste lingered.
"..."
In the end.
Tang Qing offered to give everyone some later on.
Not for sale.
Even so.
