Fang Xinxin turned back to glance at Zhao Cheng. "…May I know what you are referring to?"
"Human meat." Zhao Cheng responded expressionlessly. "If we remove some fresh meat from a living human, it will taste better. However, if Miss Fang has reservations about that, the chef can still prepare some good dishes from the meat of a dead human."
Fang Xinxin felt a little weak. "Are you joking?"
"This subordinate never jokes."
"You've had human meat before?"
"This question does not fall under Young Master's orders to take care of you. This subordinate has the right to not answer." Zhao Cheng remained expressionless.
"I wish to eat your young master." She gave him the correct answer.
"My deepest apologies. Young Master is respected as a God. Even if he is willing to offer you his flesh, this subordinate will do his utmost to prevent it."
