C1177 The Boss of the Fire Kitchen

Zhang Xian finished speaking and, with a haughty lift of his head, gazed out at the sea of clouds stretching across the sky. He waited a good while but saw no stirrings of activity below. The frantic scene of kowtowing he had envisioned failed to materialize, leaving him puzzled. Casting his eyes downward, he noticed Zhang Xing still lounging comfortably in the rattan chair