"Tony, I've got a really nice dish, do you want to try it?" Chen Ze smiled like a big bad wolf, causing Tony to shiver involuntarily.
Why does that expression look so familiar? Tony was a bit puzzled, feeling it was similar to those who have recommended their inventions to him.
"How good is the taste compared to the last dish I had?" Tony was very curious. He knew about Chen Ze's cooking; it was of Michelin-starred quality.
Although Tony wasn't too fond of dining at so-called Michelin restaurants, sometimes he quite liked the hot dogs from the cart downstairs.
"Better than the last one, by far." Chen Ze was full of confidence.
You see, the Iceberg Fresh Mountain that Chen Ze first made had reached an excellent level, and now he felt that he had made a breakthrough in making it.
