Yuan Zhou’s tone revealed the feeling of gnashing his teeth in anger while talking. He speechlessly glared at the chopsticks that appeared to be a pair of ordinary wooden chopsticks. Every time he receives a reward from the system, it was a novel experience.
With a “Pa” sound, he closed the wooden box and decided to go upstairs for a little rest before coming down to open the restaurant.
Once the door was opened, he found many customers had gathered at the entrance, including his staff, Mu Xiaoyun.
“Master Yuan, how was the contest? There wasn’t any problem, was there?” Of the tens of people, the grandpa first asked.
The grandpa only got to know about the exchange of pointers this morning when he came to have breakfast. That old friend of his had also mentioned the contest once and probably it’s him who told that Chef Yu the detailed address of the restaurant. After all, other judges had never been to Yuan Zhou’s restaurant.
