At the beginning, Zhou Li arranged a carefully built wooden house for Ah Zi. Although the wooden house was not as large as Ah Zi's property in the city, it was much better than his two-story building to highlight the Zhou Li’s sincerity.
Therefore, Azi usually eats breakfast in her own house in the morning. Small caravans flow in and out of the Zisha Chamber of Commerce every day, so you can naturally buy a lot of food with local characteristics. As the cooperation between the Zisha Chamber of Commerce and Goblin Farmhouse gradually deepened, the relationship between Azi and Eluma became increasingly close, and she would come over from time to time to have breakfast together.
After all, as a little goddess with all the skills except combat power, Eluma has a unique skill in cooking.
"Miss Don Quixote, I wonder if this breakfast is to your liking."
Zhou Li took the fried buns on the side. He didn't wear a mask today, so he just bit into it. A strong aroma of meat rushed straight into his throat. At this moment, he tasted the smell of home.
It's the same as the fried pancake restaurant downstairs, just put some meat sauce on it and it's meat.
After hearing Zhou Li's inquiry, Don Quixote, who was eating elegantly and quickly, raised his head like a hamster, moved his bulging cheeks twice, and then swallowed it all in one gulp.
"Very good, very good. Thank you very much for giving us such a rich meal."
A plate of roast beef, a plate of salad vegetables, and many snacks full of local characteristics. For the Hede family, which has been in debt for a long time, there are rarely such good harvests except for training meals. Even for the future patriarch Don Quixote, so much high-quality protein is considered a very luxurious food.
Yesterday, because of his mood problems, Don Quixote just ignored the food sent by his cousin. But today she had already thought about it and came to talk to Zhou Li early in the morning. But because Zhou Li was not at home to make arrangements for Heishu at that time, Aluma, who was in charge of reception, saw at a glance that Don Quixote had not eaten, so he enthusiastically pulled her to have breakfast with him.
Very fragrant.
After holding back a comfortable burp, Don Quixote sat up straight and said seriously to Zhou Li: "Mr. Brave, after you finish your meal, I want to communicate with you privately. I have some questions. you."
"Don't always be you, you, you." Zhou Li chuckled, put down the fruit pancake in his hand, and replied with a little teasing: "In terms of age, Miss Tang is about five years older than me. In terms of experience, I am not as experienced as you. Miss Tang, please call me Zhou Li, it’s more cordial.”
"Okay." Don Quixote didn't hesitate at all and responded directly: "Then let me go overboard, Mr. Zhou Li."
Zhou Li nodded, then stood up and brought Don Quixote to the conference room.
"Mr. Zhou Li, I would like to ask, do you know me?"
Don Quixote was sitting at the long table in the conference room, staring at Zhou Li, trying to read something from his expression. But what she regretted was that Zhou Li still maintained his standard expression with a slight smile, without any disturbance, and was not disrupted by Don Quixote's sudden inquiry at all.
"Oh?" He raised his eyebrows and asked with interest, "What do you mean, Miss Tang?"
"Did you know me before this?"
An imperceptible halo appeared in Don Quixote's eyes. She looked at Zhou Li, but she wanted to look at another one in her eyes.
