"Ah?" Luo Qianqian pulled out the note, but it only included the location and name with the gender, without age or nationality.
However, after the bar incident, Luo Qianqian was not going to easily believe just that, she instead smiled and said, "Are you kidding me, sir? With such a profound name, could it be those blondes? If anything, those people would be named Xiao Ming, Panda, or Pleasant Goat."
Seeing the satisfied look in the old man's eyes, Luo Qianqian knew she had guessed correctly, and then noticed that the group of old men who had been stubbornly facing off across from her were dispersing slowly, and even stopped loitering around. The vast square was left with only her and the old gentleman she was speaking to.
"Can you cook?" asked the old gentleman.
Luo Qianqian nodded.
"Then follow me." The old man led the way to a nearby building, unlocked the door with a key, and pointing to the vegetables and meat by the door, he said, "Go make some food for me."
