Borrow his chef for a bit?
Isn't that the same as saying, borrow his woman?
Huo Tingzun grumpily refused, "No way..."
Unexpectedly.
Xiao Bailu squeezed to the door, her eyebrows curving with a charming smile, "Hey handsome, do you need a chef? How much per hour?"
The young man outside the door also laughed, "Sure, however much you want, I can pay. Money is not a problem."
The young man spread his hands, "After all, here I'm just a rich man."
Xiao Bailu laughed so hard she almost bent over, "Hahaha, you're really funny, handsome."
Young man: "So, pretty chef, do we have a deal?"
"Deal!"
Xiao Bailu said, clapping her hands and walked off with him.
Huo Tingzun stood there flabbergasted, watching as a stranger effortlessly took Xiao Bailu away, it was simply absurd.
But, to openly ask her to stay, he couldn't swallow his pride.
He slammed the door in frustration.
Returning to the couch, he took a big gulp of West Lake Longjing tea.
