Yang Si's face stiffened. He glared at the boy servant fiercely.
He should not talk if he did not know how to speak the human language. Was there a boy servant like him who bullied his master all day long?
While packing up the clean clothes and folding them neatly into the suitcase, the boy servant mumbled, "He has always been picky about food. He's only satisfied when he gets to eat what he wants… I don't have the skills of a chef…"
Startled, Yang Si said as a matter of course, "Learn then."
The boy servant snickered. "I've eaten some of the food. It must be a secret skill handed down in the family. Who would be willing to teach outsiders?"
That made sense.
It was already midnight when Wei Ci returned. Yang Si specially waited for him and asked, "Can you give me your chef?"