Jinghen nodded, "I did just a little bit."
To Jinghen, "a little bit" meant quite a lot.
If it had been before, Wen Qiao would've already pounced on him and hugged him, cooing about how wonderful he was.
But now, she buried that touch of emotion deep in her heart.
"President Fu is really thoughtful."
"As long as you like it."
She organized the snacks by category, putting the ones that needed refrigeration into the fridge, and stashed the rest in the snack cabinet.
While she was doing this, Jinghen stood by watching her. Even the short walk to the fridge, he would follow right behind her.
Like a little puppy trailing after her.
Wen Qiao found it a bit funny, "Why are you always following me? It's just a small kitchen; can't you see everything without trailing me?"
Jinghen shook his head.
"..."
Had she just discovered another trait of Jinghen's?
Loyal dog trait.
To ensure lunch was on time, Wen Qiao assigned Jinghen a task; she asked him to pick vegetables.
