The Return

"Ah?" Upon hearing this, Simon quickly retracted his hand. "You're making soup for Anne? Is there no cook in the Presidential Palace?" Justin busily arranged the ingredients without raising his head. "There are cooks in the Presidential Palace, but Anne doesn't like the food they make. Her lovely, chubby face became thin. What's more, she's pregnant now." Thinking Simon was a hindrance, Justin pushed him away. "Get out of my way! Why are you standing in my way?" Simon laughed at him. "What kind of soup can you make? Although I'm moved, I think you'd better give up... Is the soup you make drinkable?" "Humph!" Justin snorted and took out a piece of paper from his pocket. He smiled and said, "Don't worry. I have a recipe. The chef of Treasure Restaurant gave it to me. I wanted him to make soup, but he didn't have time, so I had to do it myself. With my IQ, I can make soup since I have a recipe." Simon felt a little touched. "I'm not talking to you anymore." Justin lowered his head and beg