"Coach! I want to learn how to cook!"
Looking at Betty, who was lying on the ground with tear-filled eyes, Chen Ze finally understood what a shocking opener was.
"What are you making a fuss about? Are you playing with memes again?" Chen Ze rolled his eyes and dropped the front door lock to the ground.
"Eh, eh, eh? Store manager, oh no, coach, I'm serious, please teach me how to cook!" Betty quickly scrambled up, then smiled like a fawning flatterer.
The corner of Chen Ze's mouth twitched, and then he gave Betty a silent look, "Don't you think you should change your clothes first and also clean up a bit, before that?"
"Okay, coach!" Betty immediately rushed upstairs.
"Don't call me coach! I'm not a coach!" Chen Ze said with a look of speechlessness, he was not that big-bellied Coach Anxi.
"Okay, coach, no problem, coach," Betty's voice came from upstairs, Chen Ze took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the urge to give Betty a beating.
