"Since you like the dishes I make, how about this—I'll find a place and cook for you again."
After hearing this, Ji Mei's voice became clearly excited, "Really, Mr. Ling? How could I impose on you like that? We agreed that I'd be treating you to a meal, so how could I have you cook instead?"
"It's no problem, you find the place, and that'll count as you treating," Ling Zhenfei thought Ji Mei was just too adorable.
Ji Mei thought for a moment and then said, "Why don't you come to my place? My kitchen is all professional-grade, and there's a Global Goodies supermarket right underneath my apartment, which has the freshest vegetables."
"Come to your place? That might not be a great idea, you're a big star. What if paparazzi snap pictures? It wouldn't look good."
Ji Mei laughed, "No worries, who would care about a small star on the edge of the entertainment circle like me? Let's do it, just come to mine. I'll prepare the ingredients myself, and then I can feel more at ease."
