"Does this kind of training really work?" The weather isn't too good. Next to the greenhouse at Sancha River, Yan Fei stood in a sheltered spot to sunbathe for a while, but with not a hint of warmth from the sun, Director Pi couldn't help but start asking questions again.
"Would I train if it didn't work? Do you think a person who earns tens of millions a year like me, would waste time practicing nonsense for no reason?" Although Yan Fei didn't mind someone watching, having someone stare still made it uncomfortable.
The key issue was that he wanted to make some food later, and with such an old man standing by, if he were to bring out a pot of steaming hot five-spice beef from that chilly kitchen, wouldn't that be blatantly revealing something fishy about himself?
What's more, today he had No.1 Coolie and No.2 cooking him not beef, but a super-sized giant salamander—using catfish as an excuse might fool others, but probably wouldn't work on the old man.
