"Young man, I've told you many times now. Hurry up and make a few small dishes. The three dishes and one soup you have listed on the wall will do just fine," the old man said with a wide grin.
Mo Qi was about to say something, but Yang Ming and Yu Liang stopped him.
"Junior Brother, you should just do as he says," Yang Ming transmitted, watching the old man cautiously, terrified he might get angry.
"That's right. If he gets upset, we won't be able to protect you," Yu Liang added via transmission.
Mo Qi was shaken. His curiosity was piqued.
'What kind of person could scare Yang Ming and Yu Liang this badly?!'
He turned and went back to the kitchen. A few short minutes later, the three dishes and one soup were served.
The old man inhaled the aroma, his face a mask of pure bliss. His eyes narrowed to slits, and he gulped repeatedly, his Adam's apple bobbing.
