Meng Ping never considered himself one with pretty boys, and whenever he saw Living Yama, he just wanted to hide, so he simply grabbed his lunch box and headed straight for the kitchen.
"Where's my seafood, Zhao Fengshou?"
"In the pot." Zhao Fengshou was busy dealing with Xiao Tao and yelled back.
A large pot was bubbling over the stove, and when Meng Ping lifted the lid, the fishy smell almost knocked him out.
"Zhao Fengshou, what have you cooked here?" A pot of stew, is it even edible?
"Seafood, huh?" Zhao Fengshou came over, scratching his head, confused, "I think it's pretty good! If you don't like it, cook it yourself." A rich second generation, even if you have the President as a backer, we of the War Wolf Rescue Team aren't afraid! We respect heroes, not family backgrounds.
Meng Ping was insulted so much he almost spewed blood; if he could cook, would he need to ask others?
