As time passed, the sky gradually turned dark. The chef asked people to light a high-wattage light bulb.
The number of people watching Zheng Ren dissecting pig livers increased from more and more to fewer and fewer. After all, many people did not understand it. Only the chef watched with great interest.
The short and fat boss did not leave either. It was even more boring for him to stay. He had already memorized the faces of these people deeply and engraved them in his mind. He was not afraid that he would not be able to find out who they were in the future.
He was wondering which chef had come to challenge the restaurant. Although his restaurant was not small, it was not to the extent that some awesome top chef would do such a childish thing.
Moreover, looking at the kid who was playing with the knife, he did not look like a chef at all. What was this nonsense Willow Spring Lotus Knife Technique? What f*cking nonsense.
