"Pardon?" Long Haoran didn't hear quite clearly.
"I said, I don't know a thing about cooking. Chef Long, why exactly did you ask me that for?" Li Chunhua cleared her thought and rephrased her words.
"Have you ever thought of learning the craft on your own just in case I will not be able to prepare the meals…" Long Haoran couldn't even finish his words when someone grabbed his apron tightly.
The question translated into advance eulogy speech in the foodie's ears. Li Chunhua widened her eyes. Chef Long must be traumatized from the Lich earlier. She should have whipped its corpse first!
In an expression worse than when her food was accidentally spilled on the ground, Li Chunhua looked at Long Haoran while clutching his pink apron, "Don't say that Chef Long! You'll live longer than 100 years…200 years…1000 years or more than this planet and even when you're wrinkly, old and all your teeth falls off, you'll still live, with me around."
