Zhao Gang gave a wry smile. "Lin Chen, our cooking skills are no match for Li Dafu's. Otherwise, we wouldn't be losing customers."
Zhao Xiaowen said proudly, "Haha, the chef right now isn't you guys; it's himself."
"What? Lin Chen, you can cook?" After hearing what Zhao Xiaowen said, Zhao Gang still found it hard to believe.
"Of course, I can cook, and it's very, very delicious." As Zhao Xiaowen spoke, she suddenly felt a craving when she thought about the food Lin Chen had stir-fried today.
Zhao Gang looked at Lin Chen in amazement, realizing that he was becoming more and more enigmatic.
In his eyes, Lin Chen had always been an honest and simple boy with nothing special, very ordinary.
But in just a few days, Lin Chen seemed like a completely different person, not only knowing how to treat illnesses but also able to cook, and the kind of temperament he emitted had undergone a complete transformation.
