Chapter 265 Bite Me

I really thought I managed to accomplish what I had set out to do before I heard the last part of Mr. Simpson's sentence. But if that had happened, it would also mean that I tried too hard in my past life. I tried to probe and asked, "Please go ahead and tell me what needs to be done." He fell silent for a brief moment. It was as if he merely wanted to make things difficult for me for the sake of it earlier, but he didn't actually have anything in mind. I almost couldn't hold back a yawn when Mr. Simpson suddenly said, "My wife won't be home for a good while. I don't know how to cook, and I've gotten tired of the outside food. Here's what I want. You'll come over to my place and make lunch for me before she's home. If I'm satisfied with every meal you cook, I'll sign the contract with you." Mr. Simpson gave me a cunning and mischievous look. "What say you?" I gave it some thought and nodded. "Okay." He didn't count on me agreeing to his terms that quickly. He asked, "Are you cer