"You're here too?"
Xu Le turned around. Zhang Tong was dumbfounded. Behind him were chefs dressed in formal attire with the logo "Heavenly Restaurant" printed on it.
The competition in the food and beverage industry was brutal. When the adults saw this child, they did not tease him. Instead, they asked nervously, "Are you going to participate in the Beijing Food Expo?"
"Yeah."
They did not dare to treat Xu Le as a child. After all, his majestic performance during the previous competition was still deeply etched in their minds.
Zhang Tong calmed down and asked, "What organization are you representing?"
"My Eight-year-old Canteen."
Zhang Tong widened his eyes again. He did not know what to say and he ultimately shook his head and reminded, "You must not sell the rights to your signature dishes, otherwise you might be cheated by some businessmen."
"I know that."
