883 My Bad Temper

"He is only an odd-job worker. That is absolutely impossible," Little Zhao shouted with his finger pointed at Yuan Zhou.

Little Zhao wasn't exactly an idiot. If his brain was working normally, he would never utter such words before his master.

But envy could cause one to lose one's judgment. Many conducts that seemed idiotic were actually done when one was envious.

Moreover, Little Zhao was telling the truth. It was true that Yuan Zhou used to be an odd-job worker at the kitchen. Little Zhao was merely protecting his restaurant by saying that.

Unfortunately, words could never be spoken indiscriminately.

Therefore…

"Is this a madman?" Meng Meng looked at Little Zhao in disbelief, feeling like this guy had mental problems.

"Zhao Xin!" Cao Zhishu turned and shouted with a grave voice.