Gu An's residence, Chu Meng sat at the table, looking at the simple food above, and said with some feeling: "Compared to the food made by my maid, it's far inferior.
I can't even remember the last time I had it this difficult."
"Where did senior's maid come from?" Gu An asked curiously: "Did your family provide them?"
"I met a strong person when I was young and then invited them with various benefits." Chu Meng said casually: "The four of them were carefully chosen by me.
Loyal with high talent, and each person has their own area of expertise."
Gu An sighed: "I really envy senior."
"Envy, huh?" Chu Meng gazed at Gu An, and also remarked with emotion: "Next year, the person you envy will be your Daoist couple, and others will envy you even more."
Gu An: "...."
He couldn't react for a moment.
For some reason, he felt he didn't envy anymore.
Being a superior, it's quite troublesome.
