Of course, Yin ya, who had just gotten off the plane, didn't really understand Yuan Zhou's good intentions. She just breathed in the familiar air and stepped on the ground, feeling very steady in her heart.
This was probably what Chinese people meant. The moon was the plot of their hometown. This principle had existed since ancient times. It was not strange for Yin ya to have such a feeling.
Jin min, who had once gone to watch Yuan Zhou's competition with Yin ya, looked around the moment she walked out of the airport lobby, but she didn't find anyone.
"Why didn't your boss Yuan come to pick you up?" Jin min elbowed Yin ya's arm with curiosity.
The main reason was that she was really shocked when she saw Yuan Zhou cooking with her own eyes at the competition site. Especially when he was facing those European chefs, his calm and composed manner made Jin min, who was also a Chinese, feel honored.
