After Lu Yao returned home, he took a hot bath to relieve his fatigue from work and relax his mind.

When he came out of the bathroom, the stove had already finished cooking the food and neatly placed it on the computer desk: a steamed egg, a cup of iced cola, a stack of salted and peppered french fries, and everlasting wine.

In addition to the pancake Lu Yao bought on his way back, dinner was ready.

Being able to eat something hot in the winter always improved one's mood.

Lu Yao took a bite of a french fry, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside.

He gave a thumbs up to the cactus in the flowerpot next to him, "Not bad, your cooking skills have improved."@@novelbin@@

The cactus bowed slightly with some pride, "It's all thanks to your teachings, my lord. Your servant can only learn a small part of your wisdom..."

"Alright, enough."

Lu Yao raised his hand to stop it.

The cactus immediately resumed its normal posture.

This cactus follower was good in every aspect, obedient, sensible, and meticulous in its work... but it had one flaw: it was too eager to flatter.

Occasionally hearing some praise was fine, but constant flattery made Lu Yao feel uncomfortable.

In this era, excessive flattery was equivalent to being criticized, and being criticized was equivalent to being whitewashed.

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