Chapter 49 A Lackey's Glory

Du Sheng was furious. Since Leah had already said it out loud, naturally there was no need for him to be mistreated. Just when he had just stood up to grab the broken wine bottle, another person walked in. He looked like a chef, wearing a white coat and holding a bowl of dish in his hand. But he looked more like an artist with long hair and a brush inside the bowl. Its nib was red—blood red. Abel clutched his bleeding forehead and asked him, “You’re not my store’s chef. Who are you?” The...