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"Call your boss here!"
Ye Feng knew that the two were angry, and he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. He had invited them to the Fortune and Longevity Restaurant because he held it in high regard, and he had informed Su Yan-Chu a few days in advance to prepare the dishes. The food was unique, but it shouldn't be cheap to this extent.
Upon hearing this, Uncle Bingzi wiped the sweat from his forehead, nervously swallowed, and with a grim expression, he responded and left.
Meanwhile, another waiter was carrying a plate of boiled fish towards the private room when he suddenly felt a chill behind him. Startled, he turned around to see a man in black attire with striking features looking coldly at him.
He recognized this man; he had seen him dining with the esteemed guest not long ago. The way the boss treated him seemed very warm and respectful. However, the man's deep gaze felt like a cold pool, staring at the plate in his hands, creating an invisible pressure that made him feel as if the plate weighed a thousand pounds—too heavy for him to bear.
What troubled him more was the sense of grievance; today, this dish was supposed to be served by Uncle Bingzi himself, but since he had gone to find the boss at the last minute, it fell to him to serve it. With no connections and lacking finesse, he hoped not to offend this guest.
The guests of the boss were always mysterious and low-key, their identities beyond what someone like him could speculate. Thinking of this made him feel a wave of fear.
The man in black said nothing but elegantly ascended the stairs. As he passed by, he glanced at the boiled fish in the waiter's hands; his dark eyes narrowed slightly before he walked past him.
Seeing him leave just like that made the waiter break out in a cold sweat as he cautiously carried the dish into the private room.
Su Yan-Chu heard Uncle Bingzi's concerns and immediately set aside what he was doing to rush to the private room. However, upon entering, he found the three of them eating almost recklessly.
Moreover, three plates were already empty.
"Uh... I seem to have come at the wrong time."
He slowly approached, noticing the situation, his eyebrows involuntarily twitching. He covered his mouth with his fist and lightly coughed, casting a longing glance at the remaining plates, casually saying.
In truth, he was already shouting inside, "Let me eat with you, let me eat with you! Just watching you all eat is unbearable." As soon as he entered, he caught a whiff of an incredibly rich and appetizing aroma, and his stomach had long been protesting.
"Hey, Su Boss, you're here too! Sit down. Did you hire a new chef?"
Ye Feng had just finished half a bowl of fish soup and sighed in satisfaction. Wiping his mouth, he waved for Su Yan-Chu to come over and sit.
In his twenty-one years of life, from the moment he became aware, it was the first time he had eaten so unceremoniously. The dishes were not only unique but also tasted absolutely amazing—beyond words to describe how delicious they were.
At the same time, what intrigued him even more was the person who cooked.
Su Yan-Chu pretended to look down but kept his gaze fixed on the dishes on the table. After taking a seat, he regretfully said:
"I'm sorry, Brother Ye. I thought this chef could truly create dishes of different styles. Now that I see... I'll cover everything today and have someone prepare another feast for you all. I promise you'll be satisfied."
- End of Chapter -
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