"Are you here to dine?"
Xia Yu had not yet changed into her work uniform and had just returned from school, her black school uniform still on her, making it hard to believe that she was the chef and manager of the little restaurant.
Lancelot, of course, she remembered.
So, she scrutinized the two middle-aged men beside Lancelot.
One of the middle-aged men, with short black hair, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a square face, bore the standard Chinese facial features. Xia Yu could not help but reveal a hint of doubt, thinking to herself, "Has the 'Food Association' also started recruiting Chinese chefs?"
As for the other middle-aged man, with a hooked nose and a sullen look, it was immediately clear that he was not easy to get along with.
Xia Yu observed the two men.
Cao Chun and Professor Smith were likewise observing Xia Yu.
"He's too young,"
