"Good afternoon, master."
Cheng zhaomei, dashi xiujie, Huang Gang, ke Sen and more than a dozen people's voices were very loud even if they didn't deliberately increase their volume.
"Good afternoon." Yuan Zhou answered with a nod.
Looking at the dozens of radishes in front of him ... No, his apprentice, Yuan Zhou revealed a happy smile of a farmer who had just harvested his radishes.
"Congratulations on your fifth anniversary, master. I hope you'll get better and better." The disciples said in unison again.
They had rehearsed this before they came. Although they had brought their gifts, they still had to say a few auspicious words together.
This simple sentence made Cheng zhaomei and the others struggle for a long time.
As Yuan Zhou wasn't a human being, he didn't say what he thought to himself. It was because he didn't know how to give his blessings and it wasn't good for him to do so.
Wishing his cooking skills to get better and better?
