When Mr. Ma said those words of agreement, Liu Jianan was washing clothes for this old man like an obedient wife.
The courteous reception he received was far worse than that of Yuan Zhou. After all, he didn't have convincing cooking abilities, thus he had no choice but to work for him like a manservant.
"Who told you I would go with you?" Mr. Ma looked at Liu Jianan as if he were looking at a fool.
"But you agreed just now." Liu Jianan had been quite obedient after being lectured for so long. He said with a tone of grievance.
"Um. I did agree to your request." Mr. Ma's gaze was indicating that Liu Jianan became more foolish.
"Then what do you mean by agreeing?" Liu Jianan was smart this time and thus asked straightforwardly.
"You go to this place and find him. Let him cook." Mr. Ma threw a piece of paper to Liu Jianan.
