"Calm down, calm down, impulsiveness is the devil." Xiao Feng grabbed Zhao Guo'an's wrists repeatedly trying to soothe him.
Yet Zhao Guo'an was still unwilling to let go, as if he might grab the kitchen knife from the counter any moment and slice Xiao Feng in half.
In fact, Zhao Guo'an was truly angry, but he ought to thank Xiao Feng's prior "brother" remark, otherwise with just this hold, Xiao Feng might have been floored ten times over by now.
It's not that Xiao Feng's temper had improved, but the medicinal herbs had yet to arrive, so it wouldn't be wise to act too tough.
After much entanglement, Zhao Guo'an said in lingering anger, "I will cook from now on, and I'll show you what 'making use of everything' truly means. The way you've been doing it is completely wasting treasures."
"Sounds good to me." Xiao Feng readily agreed. Having a self-sufficient chef who doesn't need a salary, only a fool would refuse.
