Jensen Morrison took off his tie, rolled up his sleeves, and went into the kitchen. A short while later, he brought a bowl of small wontons to Ivy Holden.
"This is it?" Ivy Holden looked at the bowl of small wontons, a little disappointed. She had thought President Morrison would prepare some kind of gourmet feast.
Jensen Morrison placed a spoon in front of her. "The food I prepared earlier is cold, and it won't taste good reheated. It's too late tonight, so just make do with this for now. I'll make you a feast tomorrow."
"Mm, these are wontons personally cooked by the Great President Morrison. I have to eat every last one." Ivy Holden was truly hungry. She ate one wonton after another and quickly polished off the entire bowl.
"Go take a shower and get back to sleep. I'm going to the opening ceremony for *Trainee* first thing in the morning. You can sleep in. I'll come back at noon to pick you up for lunch. Then in the afternoon, we'll go to the *Blue Blood* premiere together."
