Chapter 110 Sweet Potatoes? Turned into Desserts and Snacks?

Chapter 110 Sweet Potatoes? Turned into Desserts and Snacks?

Yan Yixi then turned his gaze to the steak prepared by the head chef of the upscale restaurant. Although the steak was tender and clearly of top quality, it was already slightly cold when it was served. The accompanying green asparagus made the whole dish seem rather bland. Especially after seeing the steaming, fragrant boxed lunch in front of him, he seemed to have found his answer.

"Just by looking at it, this little boxed lunch is a winner." Yan Yixi picked up his chopsticks and took a big, serious bite. The potatoes had soaked up all the broth, melting in his mouth and instantly bursting with delicious flavor on his tongue, like a feast for the taste buds. The braised pork next to it was even better; one bite and it was soft, springy, and fragrant. It was fatty meat, which he usually disliked the most, but here it was just right—fatty but not greasy, paired with tender but not dry lean meat, creating an incredibly rich texture.

"It smells delicious. It's really tasty," Yan Yixi couldn't help but exclaim. Even with his discerning palate, which had tasted food at countless high-end restaurants, this was the only simple evaluation he could offer.

While eating heartily, Xiao Yu secretly observed the boss's movements. Seeing the boss also wolfing down his boxed lunch, he secretly felt smug and chuckled, "Hehe, what steak? That's foreigners' stuff. Braised pork is much better."

Yan Yixi continued to sample the other dishes. When he picked up the eggplant and tofu roll, he was still somewhat hesitant. He actually disliked eggplant, always finding it slightly astringent. But for some reason, the eggplant in this boxed lunch tasted fragrant, smooth, and fresh. The eggplant, tofu, and minced meat blended perfectly; the thickened sauce and unique aroma seemed to evoke many fond memories.

Finally, he took a sip of the cabbage and egg soup. The refreshing broth slid down his throat instantly, cutting through the greasiness and adding a delicious flavor, soothing his stomach which had been aching slightly lately. He sincerely exclaimed that this meal was more delicious than anything he had eaten in the past few days.

Yan Yixi finished a large bowl of white rice in no time, leaving a small plate of vegetables behind. Xiao Yu watched in astonishment at her swift and efficient eating.

"Xiao Yu, could you get me another bowl of rice?" Yan Yixi said calmly.

Xiao Yu had just swallowed the food in his mouth when he was suddenly amazed: "Wow, how long has it been since I've seen the boss eat so much rice!" He quickly ran over to He Yue. He Yue had already finished her meal. She looked at her empty lunchbox with a pained expression and muttered to herself, "I said I was going to lose weight, but I ended up eating two bowls of rice."

"Hey, Xiao Yu, you're late. Those bastards just devoured the last bowl of rice. I told you I'd save it for you," He Yue said.

"It's not for me to eat, it's for President Yan," Xiao Yu quickly explained.

"President Yan? Eating boxed lunch?" He Yue was taken aback and couldn't help but mutter to herself. In her memory, President Yan loved Western food like steak and pasta; when had she ever seen him eat Chinese food?

He Yue glanced around and, seeing that everyone was still eating, quickly took out a bowl of steaming white rice from her small drawer. "There's really no more side dishes. I was originally planning to save it for fried rice tonight. This rice is so fragrant." She reluctantly handed the rice to Xiao Yu and said, "Since President Yan wants to eat it, I'll just eat it all."

"Okay." Xiao Yu nodded and took the rice. He carefully carried the rice from his office to the CEO's office. The faint aroma of the rice seemed to have been noticed by several employees who had already eaten two bowls. They watched Xiao Yu walk towards the CEO's office, not daring to stop him, and then went to chat with He Yue.

Xiao Yu completely ignored the noise in the office, letting them make a ruckus. When he brought the rice to General Manager Yan,

Yan Yixi finished the meal in no time and felt much better in her stomach.

He recalled He Yue explaining to him, "The meal was ordered from the company downstairs, and it only cost thirty yuan." Yan Yixi found it unbelievable. He thought to himself, even if the meal cost him 300 yuan, he wouldn't think it was expensive.

"Xiao Yu, what kind of company is downstairs?" Yan Yixi asked with great interest.

"The advertising company, Sister Yue said she's going to sign a contract tomorrow to order long-term boxed meals. Boss, are you going?" Xiao Yu replied.

Xiao Yu thought for a moment and then added, "Boss, I heard that this is a boxed lunch made by the boss of the company downstairs."

"The boss made these boxed lunches? And it's from an advertising company?" Yan Yixi was taken aback, a surge of curiosity rising within her. The boss of an advertising company making such delicious boxed lunches—there must be a story behind it.

“I’ll go tomorrow too, and I’ll also check out the cooking facilities at the company downstairs,” Yan Yixi said decisively.

Xiao Yu nodded and handed the documents on the table to General Manager Yan: "These are the latest AI technologies developed by Lao Zeng and his team. We can promote them. I have a few solutions on hand, please take a look."

Yan Yixi took the document, but his mind was completely occupied by the lunchbox he had just eaten. He couldn't muster any interest in this important work document. He eagerly awaited tomorrow, wanting to uncover the secret behind that lunchbox.

Su Yingxue was tiptoeing down the last white porcelain bowl from the top of the cabinet. Half a bag of glutinous rice flour lay spread on the cutting board, and the warm, unique aroma of the kitchen filled the air—the lingering sweetness of yesterday's soup, mixed with the fresh scent of freshly cut lemon slices. She looked down at the refrigerator, intending to find some milk to add to her afternoon tea, when she suddenly heard a familiar, excited voice outside the door: "President Su! President Su!"

The door was pushed open with a bang, and Manager Wang, with his protruding belly, squeezed in, carrying a bulging snakeskin bag. The bag's opening was haphazardly tied with hemp rope, revealing several sections of orange-red potato skin. "General Manager Su!"

He spoke in a booming voice, "That cousin of mine I mentioned to you last time, he's in the agricultural wholesale business, right? Today he was delivering goods and stopped by, so he picked up two big baskets of sweet potatoes! He said they were freshly dug up from the ground, so sweet they'd make your teeth ache!"

As he spoke, he placed the burlap sack on the counter, untied the rope, and poured out a mountain of sweet potatoes—the large ones were as big as a fist, with a glossy, honey-colored skin; the small ones were round like little lanterns, covered with a few specks of dirt, and you could smell the unique, fresh scent of soil and plant roots when you got close.

"Wow, so many?" Su Yingxue squatted down and squeezed them. The sweet potatoes were warm to the touch, and they were indeed freshly picked from the ground. "This must weigh fifty pounds, right?"

Wang Datou grinned, the wrinkles around his eyes deepening: "My cousin said that since we were delivering them to another company anyway, we packed a little extra! He said this batch is 'honey sweet potato,' so juicy when roasted, and so sweet in porridge that you don't need sugar!" He suddenly lowered his voice, "By the way, Ms. Su, the girls at the company are complaining about not having any snacks, and they've already left half a bag of the cookies we bought last time..."

Su Yingxue's eyes lit up. "Okay, no need to buy snacks, we have some ready-made."