Wu Ye sipped his tea, smiling and chatting with Xiaowen, "Little girl, where did you hire your cook from?"
Zhao Xiaowen smiled, "We didn't hire a cook; our cook is actually our boss."
"Pfft!"
The sip of tea Wu Ye had just taken sprayed out, "Your boss, Lin Chen?"
"That's right. How about that? Becoming his first customer is a very honorable thing, you know." Zhao Xiaowen said, smiling.
"Sister, I was wrong. Can I not eat even though I ordered?" Wu Ye admitted that Lin Chen was good at fighting, but as for cooking, he wouldn't believe it even if he were beaten to death.
Wu Ye had just finished a meal prepared by a five-star chef, and the thought of eating something made by Lin Chen seemed like torture, so he started to have second thoughts.
Zhao Xiaowen said with a beaming smile, "Of course you can, but the dishes Little Chen stir-fries are so delicious that you'd regret it for the rest of your life if you didn't eat them."
