"By the way, what does the head chef like to drink?"
Liu Zheng asked the White Feather Chicken.
"Iced lemon cola."
The White Feather Chicken glanced at him and replied.
"Hmm... Got it, I'll remember that."
Liu Zheng responded with a peculiar expression.
The White Feather Chicken and iced lemon cola—well, they do make a perfect pairing, especially if you fry the chicken.
"Are you itching to get fried?"
The White Feather Chicken asked coldly.
With its years of cooking experience, how could it not know what Liu Zheng was thinking?
"No, no, of course not. Uh, well, I'll be on my way now. You guys carry on."
Liu Zheng quickly greeted and bolted out.
If he stayed any longer, he might end up as a midnight snack in the kitchen.
When he returned to the lounge, Niu Ma was reading a newspaper.
"Boss, I'm back."
Liu Zheng called out.
"Just get back then, why all the shouting? Where's my drink?"
Niu Ma asked without even looking up.
"Here you go."
