Chu Mo stepped out of the restaurant, dishes were still being incessantly delivered from the kitchen.
He had previously instructed that the portions be doubled, but the kitchen was ill-prepared, so only now had they barely managed to scrape together breakfast for the morning.
Had it only been the house chef, he certainly could not have met Chu Mo's requirements. One of the two Michelin five-star chefs from Modu would similarly be invited to Emperor Xuan Pavilion. By then, Chu Mo should be the only person in the whole Modu with a Michelin five-star private chef.
Chu Mo glanced at the dining area, where Qin Lan was still leisurely enjoying her breakfast.
After being in seclusion for two days and two nights, she had just broken through and should be hungry, which was why her mealtime was longer.
In his heart, Chu Mo was also repeatedly contemplating and confirming the current situation, whether keeping Qin Lan by his side was really the right choice?
