"Boss, I'm telling you, why do you push yourself so hard? At worst, I'll earn money to take care of you in the future. Look at how exhausted you've made yourself."
Zhuo Qianqian grumbled while earnestly massaging Wang Fan to help him relax.
What chef cooks 1,000 servings of "Dry-Fried Beef River" in one night?!
Even cooking 1,000 servings of fried rice could be exhausting, let alone constantly stir-frying "Dry-Fried Beef River."
Wang Fan lay there, speaking in a muffled voice, "I always feel I can't refuse the requests from the future flowers of the motherland."
Zhuo Qianqian, annoyed, said, "If you keep this up, I really might end up a widow."
Wang Fan, smiling despite himself, said, "Wish me well, alright? It's just this time, I definitely won't do it next time, okay?"
"Do you promise?"
"I promise."
"Pinky swear."
Zhuo Qianqian extended her little finger to Wang Fan's side, and Wang Fan smiled as he wrapped his pinky around hers.
"You better keep your word!"
