Sang Qian was completely confused. What the heck were these two talking about? “If you don’t want to eat, then don’t eat. I’m bloody starving.”

Sang Hong gave his son a furious look. “Even Zu An can tell, why can’t you? Are you inferior to him in this area as well?”

Sang Qian was stunned, and at the same time, extremely unhappy. His father had kept on praising Zu An all this while, almost as if he was his son instead. He was totally fed up with this. “Dad, if you like him so much, he can be your son!”

Sang Hong took a deep breath to steady himself.

He really was about to lose it because of his son. He had no choice but to explain, “Use that damned brain of yours for once! How could a small-time chef from a tiny, remote town like this possibly cook such decent food? Not only that, the Embroidered Envoy always inspects our food before it is given to us. Why would a member of the staff be allowed to approach us?”

“Huh?” Sang...