Moliere was silent for a long time before he hung up the phone. He did not care about what Dean said on the other end. In any case, they were all meaningless words.
"It seems like I have to acknowledge head chef Yuan as my master. If I use the identity of head chef Yuan's disciple, Chu li will definitely value me more." Moliere thought to himself.
Even if he did not meet them, it was still fate. Moliere decided on his next course of action. After he had recovered his energy, he planned to head to Dean's house.
Recently, Moliere had been secretly preparing to buy a house, but there were not many houses near Taoxi road. Even if the price was not considered, there had to be a house available. He could only make do with the house of Dean.
"It's only ten in the morning. If I'm lucky, I can still have lunch if I rush back," Moliere looked at his watch and quickened his pace.
There was nothing more important than a lunch in the restaurant.
