If I say I won’t Do It, I Won’t Do It

"Will you cook the Wu Chicken Soup today?" asked Yuan Zhou as usual when he cleared the bowls up.

"Nope. I told you that I wouldn’t cook it. That’s it," Mr. Ma said impatiently.

"I can collect the food ingredients by myself." Having thought for a while, Yuan Zhou added.

"I don’t need it. Go away. Are you thinking to trade my imperial court food with merely two bowls of noodle soup? What a ridiculous idea!" Mr. Ma stood up and lost his temper again, which made his Chinese tunic suit wrinkled.

"You have really got a bad temper," said Yuan Zhou suddenly.

"Hey, you fellow dare to criticize me about my temper? Get out of my home. I don’t need a kid’s impious comment on my temper." Mr. Ma revealed a strong dissatisfaction in his tone. However, the fury of the request at beginning had diminished.

"Well, fine. Good night." Yuan Zhou nodded the head thoughtfully and then stood up and left.