"Greetings, Elder He!"
Upon arriving at the small courtyard, Zou Feng bowed respectfully.
By now, He Wenxuan's impression of Zou Feng had already improved considerably.
After all, having met him in person, the young man didn't seem like some reckless fool who couldn't grasp his own situation.
On the contrary, he knew exactly how to navigate the predicament he was in after killing Yang Haoyu.
Presenting him with a valuable gift wasn't a plea for protection.
Rather, it was to prove that Zou Feng understood how the world worked and wouldn't just resort to brute force when problems arose.
If Zou Feng's cooking could then pass his inspection and earn him the position of Head Chef, the Purple Cloud Association would be unlikely to overstep its bounds.
But the key to navigating this situation was that the young man had to have real skill...
"You know how to cook?" He Wenxuan had no intention of making small talk and got straight to the point.
