Chapter Twenty: Serving Gu Dao—Being a Courtesan Isn't So Bad!

Asking Gu Dao to cook was a joke; with a chef at home, he never had to lift a finger—just instructing the chef was enough.

At dinner, the plump Yuan Cong glanced at the table with some dissatisfaction.

“Where’s the steam pot chicken? Am I not as good as Master Jingjie?” Yuan Cong asked Gu Dao, staring intently.

“Master Ji Jiu…” Gu Dao began.

“At home, you call me Grandmaster,” Yuan Cong interrupted.

“You know I’m your Grandmaster, so why the different treatment?” Yuan Cong muttered.

Gu Dao thought to himself, Did I actually call you Grandmaster? You just claimed it yourself?

“Grandmaster, steam pot chicken requires a special clay pot. I’ll have one made soon and definitely prepare it for you,” Gu Dao said quickly, fearing the complaints would never end.

Yuan Cong immediately stopped...