Zhang Yan was the Vice-President of China chefs 'Alliance and Sichuan cuisine Chefs' Alliance. He was a man of his word in the cooking world, so his temper was not very good.
Although Zhou Shijie had moved the headquarters of the chef's Association to Chengdu and suppressed him, he still didn't restrain his temper, especially when he was in front of his family.
"Zhang Ying, I'm telling you, you have to go tonight, no matter what." Zhang Ye raised the phone and shouted at the other end of the line.
"Although you're my father, I'm already 28 years old. I don't think I need to report to you about something as trivial as eating." A clear female voice came from the other side. It was a rare low voice among females, and it sounded very majestic.
In the face of Zhang Ji's roar, he did not show any weakness. His words were sharp and calm.
