STOP CRYING, YOU DRAMA BAO!
[Yang Menghuo POV]
"Young Master, c—can I leave now? You've been asking me to teach you and accompany you making butter for almost thirty-two hours without a break…" a lady asked Yang Menghuo, who was still busy with his butter.
"Okay, I'm done," Yang Menghuo nodded after he finally finished his block of butter.
"Oh, thank god…"
"Oh, thank god…"
"Oh, thank god…"
Everyone around Menghuo dropped to the ground, dying with exhaustion since Young Master Robin Yang forced them to work more than twenty-four hours nonstop, just because he suddenly got obsessed with making the best butter.
It was something that was out of their logic, obviously. How could Young Master Yang, who could've gotten anything he wanted with just a flick of a finger, worked so hard for a block of butter. It didn't make sense.