Billionaire God of War

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He had made the right move then.

Jiang Ning didn't say anything. Instead, he left the kitchen, grabbed a broom by the door and started sweeping. He watched as a few men carried dishes out of the kitchen and delivered them to Luo Qi.

"Hurry up! Don't spill the soup! Don't you have eyes? Watch out! Hurry, the chief wants his meal now!" Curses sounded in the air. The chef had quite a temper and began shouting when he realized how few men he had in the kitchen. "Everyone's out delivering meals to those prisoners. I don't have anyone left to help me out!"

He turned, caught Jiang Ning sweeping by the door and beckoned him over with great annoyance. "Why are you still sweeping the floors? Hurry up and help get these dishes delivered!"

Jiang Ning smiled. "But I'm not done with the floor yet." "Don't bother with that. Deliver these dishes. We're running late!" yelled the chef.

Jiang Ning placed the broom down hastily and hurried into the kitchen. He lifted one of the plates and walked out carefully. The chef was pleased by his caution.

"Keep your hands steady, you hear me?"

Jiang Ning followed the men ahead of him and carried the dish towards where Luo Qi was going to have his meal.

Tianlian Sect was a grand place. Luo Qi was someone who clearly knew how to enjoy the material luxuries that life had to offer. His residence resembled the royal palace.

hundred feet

round table was carved from solid wood and could seat twenty people. But Luo Qi was the only one who dined at the table. Nevertheless,

instructed the disciples on where

placed nearer his seat so that he could see them. Those that he did not enjoy were placed further because

of the table. It was right in front of Luo Qi's seat. He

stood at one side with the others. He didn't stray too far from the table

arrived

He looked good. It was clear that things were going his

man standing next to

lift his finger at all. With a single glance, he told the man what he wanted to eat. The man would pick up his chopsticks

spat the food out. A terrible look darkened his face. "Make sure this

he nodded profusely. He threw a glance at one of the men standing

"This one."

pointed at another dish. The man standing

the soup. The man immediately knew what Luo Qi wanted. He filled a bowl with soup and placed it before Luo Qi. Luo Qi raised his hands this time, lifting the spoon and taking a sip. He smacked his lips, hummed in

dishes on the table, the

watched from afar as Luo Qi drank the soup,

if he were genuinely relishing the meal. He took a few bites from each dish and only tried seven or eight