Mo Boyuan did not say anything else. He carefully picked up the package of shrimps and tried to find the cooking instructions.
Unfortunately, there was no instructions on it.
"I'll go out and ask. You stay here."
"Okay."
In the courtyard, Mo Boyuan asked the staff how to cook shrimp. However, most of them were men and didn't know a thing about cooking.
"I. . . don't know."
"Mr. Mo, I don't know either."
They were served by their mothers or wives when they were home. A gentleman should keep his distance from the kitchen, understand?
Mo Boyuan finally found a female staff and got the cooking instruction.
Then, he returned to the place of food materials and ran into Ye Hao and his son.
"Good morning, Uncle Mo."
"Good morning, Shitou."
"Director Mo, aren't you the first one that arrived? Why are you back?" Despite all his good qualities, Ye Hao was a bit nosy.
