"Sure, go ahead," Jiang Shu nodded as well. His apprentice was quite diligent, which was definitely a good thing.
However, speaking of it, apprentices in this world were rarely indolent—given their often poor family circumstances, they tended to mature earlier and knew exactly what they needed.
Of course, maturing early also meant a greater chance of straying from the right path.
And Jiang Shu closed his wristwatch; it was now afternoon, approaching mealtime, and he needed to cook.
After all, he had a whole family to feed.
He walked towards the kitchen, where a fridge full of ingredients awaited his culinary creativity.
"Ding-dong—"
But suddenly, the sound of the doorbell rang, and Jiang Shu, who was just opening the refrigerator, paused, looking towards the direction of the villa's main door in surprise.
At this moment…
Who could be visiting him?
The neighborhood committee of the villa district?
Someone checking the water meter?
