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This thought seems to make some sense.
Some dishes are simply smelly, and that's not a problem.
"Mr. Xiaolong, are you trying to bamboozle us?"
"It seems, it should be."
Song Jinwen and Sun Miao looked at each other, utterly admiring Chen Xiaolong's ability to reason.
No one else could find a rationale in this situation.
"Nonsensical excuses, all of them," Jiang Hao said angrily.
"Alright, whether they are nonsensical excuses or not, you'll find out soon. Mr. Zhao, inform the master chef in the kitchen to come here and explain it to Mr. Jiang. After all, he's from a prestigious family in the provincial city; it's embarrassing that he's so narrow-minded."
Chen Xiaolong waved his hand indifferently, not bothering to say more to Jiang Hao, and instead gave orders to Mr. Zhao.
"Yes."
Mr. Zhao didn't dare to delay, promptly sending someone to the kitchen.
Before long, a middle-aged man with a plump figure, dressed in a chef's uniform and a tall hat, arrived.
