"Are you guys hungry? I'll ask Xiao Zhu to order takeout. What do you want to eat?"
A few seconds later, everyone in the car took off their headphones and turned their heads.
"What should we eat?" Wang Ning rubbed his hands, "Local Zhejiang cuisine? Sichuan food? Or BBQ skewers?"
"Don't you have Meituan yourself?" Bai Zhen asked, "Why do you always let Xiao Zhu do everything? Is he just here to order food for you as the office manager?"
"I'm busy here, aren't I?" Old Wang picked up the phone, shook it, then clamped it between his neck, pulled out a pen and small notebook, "Working!"
"Stewed beef with lifted foot, this one is good," Zhao Bowen said. "There are several places nearby. They all were pretty decent."
