"Lanlan, let's go to your grandparents' place this afternoon. Let's deal with this matter first," Zhang Ya suggested with a frown, tugging at An Lan's arm.
An Lan had to attend to this matter first, especially since there had been progress on a project that An Xuan had been following up on at noon, so An Xuan took some time off to handle it. It wasn't until three in the afternoon that the chef arrived, belatedly.
This was the first time she really looked at the chef.
He was a middle-aged man, dressed neatly, with an honest face—the kind to make a good first impression. He didn't seem like someone who would cut corners. Unfortunately, the bill was blatant evidence. She scrutinized the chef as she examined him.
The chef greeted An Lan and Huo Zhanting with a simple smile, "Madam, Sir, I'll make sweet and sour ribs for dinner tonight. Do you have any other requests?"
