Li Che, the most generous young prince in the capital, flipped the table in his restaurant for the thirty-sixth time.
This time, I bumped into a kitchen helper who was squatting in a corner quietly picking bean sprouts.
The young prince was furious: "Call your cook! What kind of shabby food is this for me to eat?"
The girl didn't raise her eyes and just used the leftovers to fry a bowl of egg fried rice.
Li Che actually cried after taking the first bite: "This, this is the taste of what my mother made when I was a child..."
From that day on, the Demon King began to squat in the kitchen every day: "Well... Can you cook me another piece of rice?"
