I was so poor that I couldn't afford to eat, so I started working part-time as a home-cooker. After half a year no one asked for it, I finally received my first order. The customer said that he couldn't cook and had nothing at home.
As a result, I was completely dumbfounded after pressing the password to enter -
A large kitchen, a complete range of condiments, a dozen high-end pots and pans, a refrigerator with fresh ingredients arranged in categories... Where is this home for someone who doesn't know how to cook?
Just when I was wondering, a half-naked man came out of the bathroom, covered in water, with bulging chest and abs, and asked me why I was at his house.
I:?
The client called and said he couldn't leave and asked me not to come.
But I've already cooked three dishes, and I'm in the wrong apartment building!
The man sneered: "Break into a private house?"
I hurriedly explained, but he offered to let me try it to prove it was delicious. Just when I thought I was about to die, he saw my name and suddenly changed his mind: "I believe in you, and I will eat your food."
What's even more outrageous is that he actually offered me double the market price, hired me to be his exclusive private chef, and even let me live directly in his house!
It wasn't until I met his father that I realized that this cold-faced lawyer was actually my school bully classmate in high school.
And that kitchen filled with top-notch kitchenware was the confession he had been preparing for me for three years.
