Liu Zheng joked.
"Here's the list."
White Feather Chicken came over and handed him a folded piece of paper.
"Okay."
He didn't even look at it, just stuffed it into his pocket.
"Aren't you going to take a glance?"
"No need, I trust the expertise of you, the head chef."
Liu Zheng said without hesitation.
"Of course, I wouldn't understand it anyway, so I'm too lazy to look."
He scratched his head again and said.
"You could get it in a month if you help out in the kitchen."
White Feather Chicken said.
"Forget it, I have a bad memory. Delivering food is better since it doesn't require much thought."
Liu Zheng again politely declined White Feather Chicken's invitation.
Actually, he wanted to say that a gentleman stays away from the kitchen, but he was afraid of getting beaten up by White Feather Chicken, so he didn't.
