Pens and notebooks, we've prepared them all for you... Actually, it's quite simple, you just need to write down one of the young master's merits each day, and you can cook for yourself..."
Uncle Tao's voice got quieter and quieter until he couldn't continue anymore.
Young master, how can you be so childish! I'm embarrassed for you.
An Ruo asked in disbelief, "He wants me to write down one of his merits every day?"
"Yes..."
A joke, Tang Yuchen having merits?!
An Ruo sneered, "Uncle Tao, you must have heard wrong. Go and ask him again, are you sure he wants me to write his merits and not his flaws?"
"Young Lady, the young master indeed said merits." Uncle Tao also doubted whether he had heard incorrectly, as the young master's flaws seemed to outnumber his merits...
"Uncle Tao, please go and ask again, I'm sure you must have heard wrong. If not you, then it must be Tang Yuchen who spoke incorrectly."
"..."
