A Capricious Man

As expected of the successor of the imperial kitchen, the dishes were way better than the home cuisine. It was like a work of art but at the same time extremely delicious.

"If you like, I'll make reservations tomorrow."

William's tone was like he was ordering a take-out. Didn't he remember how much money he paid for such a quota?

"You feel fresh when you eat just once. But it would be normal if we eat it often."

Jane pursed her lips into a smile. William wasn't the emperor, nor was she the Empress. Why would she need the successor of the imperial chef to cook every day?

"Then invite him to be the head chef of our family!"

William thought this idea was brilliant. In this way, he would save the trouble of snatching someone else's quota.

Jane was speechless.

Rich man always acted at their wills?