"Fast and precise speed." Looking at Yuan Zhou's cooking skills, Wang Jike muttered to himself.
Like Wang Qiang and the other three, Wang Jike also looked at Yuan Zhou while he was cooking.
Among them, Wang Qiang paid attention to his father from time to time because he knew that according to his father's liking, he would definitely correct others if he saw any small problems.
This was the master chef Restaurant. Wang Qiang was afraid that if his father spoke too loudly, the five of them wouldn't be able to walk out of the restaurant.
However, until Zhou Jia served the dishes one by one, Wang Jike didn't open his mouth, not even a comment.
Wang Qiang, who was trembling with fear, suddenly understood. He felt that he had become a little silly because of his father's arrival. If Yuan Zhou still had some minor details that needed to be corrected, he wouldn't be Yuan Zhou.
