"Director Fu, the Director's wife and the Old Madam have returned together." The secretary following Fu Yi swiftly rushed over to report.
"So soon?" Fu Yi, dressed in home clothes and a scarf, holding a kitchen knife, looked like a good man around the house. Steam billowed from a pot on the stove, and the kitchen was filled with the aroma of food.
The secretary sniffed greedily, his stomach growling, "The Old Madam's car is parked outside."
Fu Yi lowered his eyelashes, his slender hand stir-frying the vegetables in the pan, and instructed him, "Serve the prepared dishes first, I will bring out the rest myself."
The secretary nodded eagerly, "Okay."
In no time, five dishes and a soup were served out.
The squirrel fish in the pan was fried golden in hot oil, the fish meat turning white and tender as jade. Fu Yi calmly sprinkled a section of scallion over the fish, plated it, and even added two small tomatoes for decoration.
