Watching the two people sitting across from him, Domo couldn't help but be secretly astounded.
Little Zhao was daydreaming, still savoring why she had killed herself.
Domo was shocked; he truly admired CEO Cheng from the bottom of his heart.
Chan, you seem to be quite impressive.
Two hours, even longer-lasting than the most durable male guest in Holy Valley.
"So, um, have you decided on what category you want to do?"
The portly chef snapped back to reality and focused his thoughts on the legitimate business issue at hand.
"Desserts. Human craving for sugar is imprinted in our genes. I'm thinking of making freshly-made high-sugar desserts, kind of like a pastry version of Starbucks.
But I don't need a big store, which can significantly reduce my operating costs."
The portly chef rubbed his hands together, thinking he was a genius.
