Yuan Zhou and Wang Jike were having a very friendly conversation. They were talking and laughing.
Wang Qiang, who was next to him, could only stand in place like a wooden pillar. This was a matter of the high-end cooking circle. Wang Qiang, who was a low-end person, had no way to interrupt.
"It's good to be able to give head chef Yuan some inspiration." Wang Jike said.
"If head chef Wang is free, we can have some in-depth exchanges on Jiangsu cuisine," said Yuan Zhou.
"I was thinking the same thing." "I don't have anything to do recently," Wang Jike said gently."I'll be able to accommodate head chef Yuan's schedule. Of course, it's best not to affect head chef Yuan's business hours."
"Head chef Wang, you just arrived in Chengdu today?" Yuan Zhou calmed himself down and asked.
"Yes. I should have told you about the visit in advance, head chef Yuan, but I was in a hurry this time." Wang Jike sounded apologetic.
