However, the more rational part of Ignatius told him that it wasn't his decision to make.
Depending on Shen Xinghui's status and skills, he might be able to find a well-paying job.
He might have goals of his own, or if not, he could find something he wanted to do in the future.
Ignatius had no right to force his choices or limit his options with a selfish proposal.
In the end, he offered the Guildmaster a vague smile.
"If he tells me he wants to be my cook, I wouldn't refuse. But he has his own thoughts and future to consider."
"You're a bit too kind, Ignatius," the Guildmaster remarked with a small sigh.
Just then, a delicious aroma filled the air.
A rich, savory scent, accompanied by the unmistakable fragrance of cooked meat.
It was the kind of smell that made one's stomach growl instinctively, stirring up an undeniable hunger.
"It's smells good," Ignatius commented.
"Ah, it really does," the Guildmaster agreed.
