"Oh, no, why would I do that? Do I look like that kind of person?"
Kardashian beamed at him, then at the cake in front of him.
"The landlord doesn't like sweets. His daughter does, but the little girl is still young and can't have too many desserts, especially one with so many things mixed together. To save her from the pain of cavities, I'll just cut one more small piece."
"Just a tiny piece."
As she spoke, she used her mint-cream-covered fingers to show just how tiny a "tiny piece" was.
'The landlord doesn't like sweets?'
A flicker of doubt crossed Lin Chen's eyes. He really didn't know that.
'No wonder his reaction wasn't as enthusiastic as everyone else's when I asked last night. So that's why.'
"That's still a no," he said, shaking his head regretfully. He picked up the cake and turned to leave.
"I have to hear him say he doesn't like it with my own ears before I can even consider giving away the rest of the cake. That's the professional integrity of a qualified chef."
