Which Little Slut's House Is This?

Mag was most afraid of the sudden silence in the air and his colleagues asking to be his disciples…

Mag looked at Heyman, who had a sincere and expectant expression, and all the cooks who were staring at them in a daze, and decisively shook his head. "No. An old one is more than enough."

"Sigh…" Heyman sighed regretfully, dejected by Mag's refusal.

The cooks present all heaved a breath of relief. Many of them were Heyman's disciples and disciples' disciples. It would be rather awkward if they suddenly gained such a young grandmaster.

However, everyone was already looking at Mag differently. He was a person who could make Heyman want to be his disciple, so Mag's culinary prowess was obviously very impressive.

"Although I am older and a little rotund, my brain still spins rather fast. Are you sure you don't want to consider it again?" Heyman was still trying to convince Mag.