"As long as your brother is alive, there's no need for me to worry about him. When he was studying in the United States, he lived alone for a few years, and he never starved." The mention of Mason King softened the Old Master's face.
Louis King raised an eyebrow: "Really? By your logic, shouldn't my brother have become a master chef during those years living outside?"
The Old Master took a sip of soup, not responding. He probably hadn't tasted Mason King's cooking skills and wasn't in a position to comment.
"Tsk, I don't know if I'll ever get to taste a meal cooked by my brother in this lifetime." Louis King said while chewing on a piece of West Lake vinegar fish. He smacked his lips: "Even if it's just boiling noodles."
Old Master King snorted: "You know how busy Mason is every day. You want him to put aside the company's affairs to cook noodles for you? You're just asking for trouble!"