"The food made by the manager is always really delicious, no matter what it is," Conan said with a bite of beef over rice, his face full of admiration.
Conan felt that even the beef over rice in Tokyo didn't taste as good as Chen Ze's, but he always felt there seemed to be a gap compared to those famous private chefs' beef over rice in Tokyo.
"Of course, I am a great chef after all," Chen Ze said calmly. If the exquisite beef over rice still wasn't good enough, then the world Conan lived in must be full of gods of cookery.
"But... why did you give away mousse today, Mr. Manager?" Conan looked at the mousse cake with a puzzled face.
"This... well, it's our store's anniversary, so we're giving a mango mousse dessert to each customer," Chen Ze said with a smile, wondering if he should follow in others' footsteps and offer a discount to a certain number of customers who come into the restaurant.
"I see..." Conan nodded and continued to dig into his own beef over rice.
