Liu Zheng blinked his eyes but didn't speak.
He was pondering one question, should he throw away the chew toy for being more straightforward, or the Golden Finger for being more practical.
Or, perhaps, throw away both.
"There's no need to be so tense."
The Big White Goose saw his expression and flapped its wings.
That sharp, edgy feeling instantly disappeared.
However, Liu Zheng didn't let down his guard because of it.
"I'm old and injured, unable to work or fight anymore."
"Out of consideration for my contributions to the restaurant, the boss allows me to retire here, so I just do some odd jobs within my ability."
"I can't, and don't want to, manage anything else."
The gaze of the Big White Goose passed over him, looking towards someplace else.
Liu Zheng forcefully resisted the impulse to look in the same direction and beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
