At around four in the afternoon, Shi Qian went out with the old master.
On the way, Wen Lan called and said that she would go straight to the restaurant after picking up Shi Qiuran so that Shi Qian and Old Master wouldn't have to go to the hospital anymore.
The restaurant was booked was a private kitchen.
The ancestors of the main family's private chefs were also imperial chefs. Skills had been passed down for several generations and they were very famous in the wealthy circles of the capital.
This was the first time Shi Qian had come to such a private kitchen.
She seemed to have gone straight to someone else's house.
It was still a Chinese building with a separate courtyard.
As soon as the old master walked in, an old master with gray hair walked over.
He was wearing chef's clothes and a chef's hat.
"Hey! It seems that Mr. Ding is going to cook personally today!" The old master walked forward and shook Mr. Ding's hand.
