Have a Bowl of Noodles

Chapter 795: Head Grandpa Eats Alone

Chapter 795: Chapter 795: Head Grandpa Eats Alone


The program director took a sip of tea and recalled the time when the show was lacking a collaboration partner. He had gone to the prospective partner’s door and waited outside the conference room for over two hours, only to be dismissed with a breezy comment in the end.


Now that they see the show’s prospects are good, they want to get involved?


No cutting in line! Not even a window will be open for that!


The program director sighed, lamenting, "I really can’t help you cut in line. If word gets out, how am I supposed to face others? When people come to me, should I let them cut in line or not? If you cut in line, whose schedule should I push back to make room for you? I’d be offending quite a few people, you really shouldn’t make this difficult for me."


No matter what the other party said, the program director maintained a tai chi master’s tone—not offending anyone, nor granting any leeway.


...


In the Ancient Castle where the Special Department was located, Little Taotie sat next to the Black Chicken Jade table, staring eagerly at Shen Cang from the Special Department, who was eating a steak.


Shen Cang cut his steak methodically, not even sparing Little Taotie a glance from the corner of his eye.


Little Taotie, smelling the aroma of the steak, had her stomach make a "gurgle, gurgle, gurgle" noise.


She was now a primary school student and had a sense of shame, so she quickly covered her belly, turned her back huffily, and muttered to herself: Don’t make a sound, you’re shameless! Stupid stomach!


Shen Cang glanced sideways at the small figure’s back, hearing her stomach make a thunderous protest.


"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle~~~"


As if deliberately acting in opposition to her wishes, the stomach growled even louder.


Little Taotie hopped off the chair and stomped her little feet hard on the ground.


Her little cheeks were flushed with annoyed embarrassment, and she puffed up her cheeks, turned, and was about to run away from this embarrassing place.


The little girl’s eyes were red-rimmed, her heart filled with grievance.


Head Grandpa is so mean, eating it in front of me on purpose!


Hmph! Tomorrow I will bring a whole lot of grilled chicken and give it to everyone, and I won’t give any to Head Grandpa!


As she headed straight for the stairs, as if about to run upstairs, Shen Cang spoke: "Come back."


Little Taotie’s foot, just having stepped onto one of the stairs, hesitated, and she turned her head, her little face and eyes still red, her eyes brimming with grievance and anger.


Head Grandpa won’t even let me leave?


Does he really want me to watch him finish eating?


Head Grandpa is bad!


Little Taotie angrily stood her ground, looking at him, but not going over, yet she didn’t run up the stairs either; her stance was awkward and cute.


Shen Cang put down his knife and fork and wiped his mouth with a napkin, then lifted his eyelids, his gaze indifferent.


Little Taotie stood in a huff, feeling a bit scared inside, but still stood her ground, not wanting to be the obedient child!


Shen Cang’s brow furrowed slightly, with a touch of displeasure, he said sternly, "Come here."


Little Taotie averted her gaze, pretending not to hear him.


Shen Cang: "..."


Shen Cang took a deep breath, then let it out.


The two were at a stand-off.


People around them glanced at them cautiously, not daring to whisper, only exchanging looks with their eyes, as if communicating through their gazes.


The hot steak went completely cold.


The cold steak became tough, with a terrible texture.


Shen Cang also lost his appetite, and eventually stood up and left the table.


He walked slowly towards Little Taotie, his leather boots seeming very heavy, thudding on the ground with each step, as if they were drumming against her eardrums.


Little Taotie’s little eyes stealthily glanced at him, then quickly looked away, her gaze lowered, not sure what she was looking at.


It wasn’t until a pair of black boots appeared in her line of sight.


Little Taotie stared at the boots, refusing to look up, knowing that Head Grandpa was very close to her, but stubbornly not wanting to look at him on a matter of principle.


Suddenly, a large hand landed on her head.


Gently... it rubbed.


Little Taotie’s eyes widened in surprise, and she suddenly looked up at him.