Bai Chuwei presented the Purple Gold Flower Card, and the restaurant manager immediately took it seriously, quickly leading Bai Chuwei towards the direction of the inner kitchen.
Cao Jinhai hadn't been home for nearly half a month; he lived in Juxian Pavilion every day, practicing cooking the moment he opened his eyes, even researching recipes in his dreams.
Upon entering, a strong smell of cooking fumes hit them. In the center of the kitchen were several ultra-long tables, topped with dish after dish of what clearly appeared to be freshly made food.
Cao Jinhai, dressed in his chef's uniform and tall chef's hat, muttered to himself, "No, why is there always a bit of flavor missing from my dishes? It's slightly different from what the recipe describes."
Glancing at a calendar, Cao Jinhai began to feel a sense of urgency.
The time for his agreed appointment with Miss Bai was drawing near, yet he had not completely figured it out. How could he not be anxious?
