Master Xiaozhou was almost trembling with heartache.
I mean, what kind of kid needs that much money to be watched for a day?
To concede a thousand steps, couldn't he take care of it himself?
But he had been employed before, and knew that the boss's business is for the boss to handle, so he could only suppress his pain and look at the boy who was still howling—
Hum!
So young and yet cries so hard, surely won't eat anything good.
This thought had barely crossed his mind when he saw a young lady among the guests carrying a big bowl, gulping down the last two sips of soup, even sipping up the cilantro at the bottom.
Then she sighed, her voice filled with satisfaction and savor:
"Really delicious!"
Isn't it though.
Master Xiaozhou loved hearing this, his master and he had tasted the fresh soup and were already beaming in the kitchen, now he happily sent over the freshly baked bread:
"This bread is tasty, you don't have to soak it in soup, it's sweet on its own!"
