"But, what but?" Master Fong's scar moved disdainfully along with his expression, "The manager said he wants to assign me an assistant, but I don't have the patience for that."
Then he looked at Gu Qiaoqiao, "Your Ah Ze knows what kind of person I am. I come here to be the head chef purely out of personal interest."
Of course, that's just on the surface; he actually has another very important identity.
And that identity, except for Qin Yize, no one knows.
So he won't take any assistant, nor will he take on any apprentices.
Because doing so could very well bring him trouble.
Gu Qiaoqiao opened her mouth slightly, a layer of moisture quietly surfaced in her eyes.
Her misty eyes looked at Qin Yize, unblinking.
Qin Yize didn't understand why, and he looked at her too, his gaze filled with inquiry.
Gu Qiaoqiao slightly raised her head.
Blinked hard a couple of times, then said dryly, "Master Fong, I just think it's a bit of a pity not to take on an apprentice."
