My Dear Wife, Please Be Gentle!-Chapter 1210 - 1216: Feeling Trapped

Although Gao Ji was eccentric, he was not foolish and caught the key point in Qiao Duo’er’s words immediately.

He narrowed his eyes and said, "Are you asking for my help to cook the dishes?"

"Yes, with Mr. Gao’s excellent culinary skills and constant pursuit, it shouldn’t be difficult," Qiao Duo’er responded, unfazed by how her thoughts had been revealed.

Because she found dealing with clever people a pleasurable affair.

Gao Ji replied irritably, "Don’t think that by flattering me a few times, I’ll slave away for you. There are plenty in the world who flatter me."

Yet some people, let alone eating his food, had not even seen his face.

"Since Mr. Gao is unwilling, I won’t force it upon anyone and will have to find another chef."

Duo’er showed a look of regret but was already standing up.

Gao Ji gritted his teeth, puzzled how he, the one being sought after, felt as if he was being controlled.

Thinking about the two dishes he had just tasted, he felt a relentless itch.

No, he must find out how to make those two dishes.

As Duo’er was about to step out of the pavilion, Gao Ji hurriedly said, "Wait a moment, come back and sit."

Qiao Duo’er obediently returned, "Has Mr. Gao changed his mind?"

"What will you give me in return?"

Gao Ji asked awkwardly, this... was a bit of going back on one’s word, affecting his image.

"I’ll tell you the recipes I know, you’ll be the head chef at Shang Xin Tower, and I’ll give you twenty percent of the profits," Qiao Duo’er stated her proposition calmly.

"What did you say?" Gao Ji felt provoked again. Was he only worth twenty percent of the profits?

Didn’t he know that many people held gold to beg him to make a single dish, and now how had his value dropped so suddenly here?

"Did you think I would only have one restaurant forever? And the twenty percent I mentioned is in shares, as long as the restaurant is open, you won’t lack bonuses."

In her view, this was a very generous revenge.

Although, for now, it might just be a big pie in the sky.

Seeing that Qiao Duo’er was not relenting, Gao Ji, after much indecision, steeled his heart, "Deal."

"Then tomorrow at noon, Shang Xin Tower, don’t miss it."

Having achieved her goal, Duo’er was in a good mood; however, Gao Ji felt like he had fallen into a trap.

Blaming his own inability to resist temptation, weren’t these just dishes he had never seen before? Couldn’t he just figure them out on his own?

Now, he had to work out the recipes for someone else and even be the head chef, he felt it was a big loss no matter how he thought about it.

"Master, if you’re unwilling, I can turn that lady down for you."

The young servant cleverly spoke up when Gao Ji sighed for the eighteenth time.

The Gao family didn’t lack money or worry about basic needs, losing twenty percent of a small restaurant’s profits wasn’t a big deal since the master cooked mostly for pleasure anyway.

Gao Ji replied irritatedly, "Then can you teach me how to make those two dishes?"

The young servant quickly hung his head, knowing his cooking would probably end up being fed to the dogs by the master.

"I won’t bother talking to you, has Fei’er finished the dishes?" Gao Ji still savored the taste.

If only they had left him some soup.

"The young master thought they were new dishes made by the master and gobbled them up in one go. He even said the master’s culinary skills had reached their peak."

Finally, Gao Ji found some consolation.

His son had inherited his discerning taste, ordinary meals couldn’t satisfy him, yet now he was diligently preparing for next year’s examinations and needed to eat well.

So, learning new dishes from that girl might be good, it could be seen as securing benefits for his son.

Hmm... that’s pleasantly decided then.