Zheng Bo stood in the middle of the living room, his face filled with confusion.
He remembered that after Cleaner Zou brought over the porridge and stuffed buns, he had taken a few bites, but since he had no appetite, he asked her to put them on the table. Now, there was nothing on it.
He had also only taken a few bites of the beef noodle soup, and for the same reason of lacking appetite, he had set it aside.
However, the beef noodle soup wouldn't be good if left too long, so it was possible that Zou had thrown it away, but the porridge and stuffed buns could have easily been reheated in the microwave, and the usually frugal Zou wouldn't have discarded them.
Zheng Bo thought perhaps he had overlooked them, so he searched the kitchen again, looking through the fridge and the cabinets, but saw nothing.
Maybe Zou really had thrown them away.
"This woman, when did she start being so wasteful!" Zheng Bo cursed under his breath.
