"Work under me, your monthly salary will be… ten thousand crystals!"
The emperor said with a smile as he looked at Bu Fang with gleaming eyes and held out a shaking finger.
Bu Fang expressionlessly looked at the emperor and did seem to notice the emperor's shaking finger. His eyes were slightly unfocused as he thought, "Hmm? How much did the emperor say my monthly salary would be just now? Ten thousand crystals?"
"My host, as someone aiming to become the God of Cooking, your pure goal should not be corrupted by materialism. You must strengthen your resolve and not be affected by riches! You must use your own hands to create a beautiful future."
The system's solemn encouragement shattered Bu Fang's delusions, whose resolve was slightly shaken. The corner of Bu Fang's mouth widened into a smile.
Bu Fang indifferently looked at the emperor with steady eyes and simply asked, "Why should I work under you?"
