"Xiao Lei, you want to be a chef for the rest of your life."
"Of course. Oh, no, you are afraid that if I change careers, your private restaurant will close down. Haha, where can you find a chef as good as me? Give me a salary increase. Then I will consider not changing careers."
"Haha, okay, no problem, then do you want to be a private chef for the rest of your life?"
"Private chef? Of course, the private dishes I cook are unmatched. I am No. 1. Yes, I will be a private chef for the rest of my life."
"Be good, then move to my house tomorrow."
"Huh? There's something wrong with you. Your speech jumps around so much."
Fan Zhengfeng hugged Shi Lei's waist from behind, "A private chef is a chef in a private home, that is, a chef who belongs to me."