Inside the restaurant, the fragrance of dishes wafted through the air, whetting appetites.
Boss Huang restrained himself as he sniffed, "Don't look down on New World's old-fashioned dishes, but they really are delicious. Being able to stay in business now depends on the support of regular customers."
But it wouldn't be long before these regular customers became his own.
Han Suying stared at Boss Huang with a stern face and ordered the receptionist, "Go, get me a kitchen knife from the kitchen!"
Boss Huang's face stiffened, "What are you planning to do?"
The receptionist was a bit at a loss.
"Hurry up!"
Han Suying scolded.
"Oh!"
The receptionist scurried off to the kitchen, and when she returned with a kitchen knife, Huang Jinxiang and Li Yintong followed her back.
In the morning, Huang Jinxiang had successfully completed his trial cooking, winning over the proprietress with just three Cantonese dishes, and secured a job.
