"Advisor Wu Hai, what is your opinion about Zhi Yuan?" the sous-chef from Chengdu Cuisine asked persistently.
"I have no opinions. Anyway, none of the dishes are as delicious as those served by Boss Yuan," Wu Hai shrugged and then gave his own opinions, "I'm not targeting this restaurant. I'm actually telling the truth."
"Say some merits, not the defects," With a frown, Zhang Yan stroked his beard and said.
"Merits? Beautiful surroundings and nice buildings as well as a reasonable layout," said Wu Hai earnestly.
"I'm telling you to say the merits of the dishes, not the buildings nor the surroundings." Zhang Yan was completely speechless. There really was a generation gap between them.
Wu Hai hadn't said anything when he was interrupted by Zhou Shijie.
"Ahem ahem. Now that everybody has given your opinions, we can give our score now," Zhou Shijie covered his mouth with his hand and coughed gently, saying that.
