"Can't be too numb and spicy? Interesting," Yuan Zhou muttered to himself.
When the door closed, a question and answer formed in Yuan Zhou's mind.
"No wonder he got Zhao Xin to deliver the message," Yuan Zhou's heart felt warm.
In truth, this message from Cao Zhishu was his way of showing Yuan Zhou his good side. The preferred taste of the dish in the test was something not even Zhou Shijie was aware of.
After all, although Zhou Shijie was the chairman, he was not a chef in the competition. Small details like this would only be known to the chefs actually in the competition.
And telling Yuan Zhou this was most likely Cao Zhishu's way of apologizing.
"These people sure are working hard to promote Sichuan Cuisine," Yuan Zhou lamented.
