"Manager, Conan wants to pay the bill," Betty called out as she entered the kitchen.
"Hmm? So soon?" Chen Ze was a bit surprised. He remembered that he had only been in the kitchen for a short while; how had Conan finished eating already?
"My goodness... Manager, how many times did I call you just now? You didn't hear me?" Betty covered her face, somewhat speechless—she even thought that Chen Ze might have fallen asleep again.
"Ahaha—no wonder, alright, I'm coming out," Chen Ze laughed awkwardly. He had been engrossed in experimenting with the crispy rice dishes from "Little Head Chef," but clearly, the results weren't great.
"Manager, you're so hard to get a hold of," Conan rolled his eyes. Thankfully he didn't have anything urgent today, otherwise, he would've stormed into the kitchen and dragged Chen Ze out.
"Haha, just lost in thought," Chen Ze chuckled, and then he noticed something Conan had placed on the table—a pair of black-framed glasses.
